January 15, 2013

 

 

When one’s work is reproduced

either by word or speech, and

without any necessary permission;

one has no choice but to search

through copyright laws, and thus,

sue with a confident submission.

 

 

January 11, 2013

 

 

I was with him only yesterday,

we strolled down the lane together.

He held my hand, as he always did,

we wanted the day to last forever.

 

We carried on down passing Cuthbert’s Mill,

then crossed the bridge to the other side.

We fed to the swans, some bread we’d brought,

as towards us they started to glide.

 

Such a joyous time of simplicity,

chatting with dog walkers nearby.

Not a care in the world, or so it seemed,

though today there’s a tear in my eye.

 

For now I walk the route with a sigh,

and no hand to hold but my own.

My love has gone on ahead you see,

leaving me here to walk all alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t sit there looking all superior,

and lost in your newly found zone.

Your parents have come to visit,

and enjoy an hour with you alone.

 

They are thrilled you’ve made it to Uni

– a life that they never knew.

The last thing they deserve is,

a crappy attitude from you!

 

It’s time to just ‘get over yourself’,

and give ‘window glancing’ a miss,

and cease shrugging shoulders in boredom,

thinking, ‘if only my butt, they would kiss’!

 

 

 

 

 

January 10, 2013

 

 

He could remember being one of nine

going to the Uni Ball, in his clapped out

Ford Anglia car, long before seat belts

were ever installed.

 

He then acquired an old Citroen Diane,

with a big yellow daisy on the side.

It felt as grand as any posh sedan.

He cut a dash and was filled with pride.

 

When he progressed to a red Zephyr six,

with the towns elite he began to mix,

but with worn ratchets underneath the seat,

away from the pedals, always shot his feet.

 

 

 

January 9, 2013

 

 

They were all nice-

well children are,

but he was special,

some, say my favourite?

Why?

I don’t know really.

I suspect because

he was like me,

and he liked me.

We clicked,

we were of the same mind.

Did I spoil him?

I’d say no,

but some would dispute that.

I always tried to be fair,

But how strange,

that all the others

remained living nearby,

and he finished up

in a far off land!

 

 

 

January 8, 2013

 

 

A bit of hanky panky,

a touch of oo-la-la.

Just be very careful,

or you’ll finish up a Ma.

 

A hint of what you fancy,

in the back seat of your car.

Be sure to use protection,

or you’ll finish up a Pa.

 

 

 

 

 

I promise I bought you a present,

and also got you a beautiful card.

I neatly parcelled them in brown paper,

but the postage I found very hard.

 

By airmail, would have meant a mortgage,

and surface mail, would have taken weeks.

For the same price I could have got on a plane,

seen you, and kissed both your cheeks.

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees travelled on the

vaporetto and couldn’t believe his eyes,

when he spotted dearest Mendotta,

not far from the Bridge of Sighs.

 

He alighted and rushed after Mendotta,

who was already in St Marks Square.

She had met up with Admiral Unkonkey,

who was stroking her silken hair.

 

Without planning or hesitation,

Percoughalees became blinded with rage,

and ran up behind Unkonkey, and hit him

with all the power he could engage.

 

Mendotta let out a scream, and told

Percoughalees to ‘get out of her sight’.

Unkonkey stood to his feet, his face now

a ghastly shade of white.

 

Mendotta threw her arms around him,

which filled Unkonkey with delight, but

she also had mixed feelings, as she

watched Percoughalees fade into the night.

 

 

 

 

When Marvin Gaye, through

the airwaves played,

and in her arms he laid,

proved to be the happiest

days they would recall.

For that song by Billy Paul,

that almost said it all.

Saw the ‘thing’ that was

going on, very soon bounce

off the wall.

 

 

 

 

He’s blessed with morning glory.

Out of the blue, up percy pops.

But when he turns to face her,

very soon, his ardour drops.

 

 

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