March 29, 2013

 

 

Mendotta met up with her sister, Estollina,

who was waiting in the Arrivals Hall.

They were then joined by brother, Brubellgot, 

who had a ‘stop over’ before flying to Montreal.

 

Estollina was staying in Uruguay with husband

Arthrumdan, a civil engineer of renown.

He had a year long assignment, to construct

a bridge in Montevideo town.

 

It was rare for the three siblings to be together,

so time was precious- every minute did count.

And Estollina had noticed a guy in a wheelchair,

who was hanging around and freaking her out.

 

‘Let’s quickly move to the car I have waiting’

Estollina said, urging them towards the lift door.

‘That guy in the chair seemed besotted with you’

she said to Mendotta, when on the ground floor.

 

Mendotta was stunned at her sister’s comments, 

and thinking how perceptive she had been, said

‘Its odd you should say that dearest Estollina, as

onboard he looked like he didn’t want to be seen’

 

‘He spent most of the flight under a blanket, only

ever showing his eyes to the cabin crew and me,

and yet I had the strangest feeling I knew him, 

and thought it weird, he never went for a wee’.

 

‘He kept that same hat on throughout the flight,

that’s how I knew who you meant, now it’s clear.

‘I didn’t realise he needed medical assistance’……

Brubellgot cut in with  ‘God, I need a cold beer!’

 

His sisters, only back together five minutes,

had already become agents for the CIA.

And with Arthrumdan still to meet up with –

this was going to be one hell of a very long day.

 

 

 

 

Pray for peace to gently guide you

Bathe in oils that will embalm

Hold a touchstone when you’re desperate

to re-create some inner calm.

 

Trust in the Lord for he will protect you

when all in your life seems so unfair.

Follow his guiding light to recovery

Though never seen, he is always there.

 

Put behind you, all the anguish

That in recent times you have been through

Tomorrow is a new day

Where ahead are skies of blue. 

 

 

 

 

He wore a crown of thorns around his head,

knowing the enemy from within.

But he held back any words of wrath,

in the hope of dignity to win.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blind to signposts, he continued

on the route through no-man’s-land.

A directional error on a journey that

was neither thought out or planned.

 

 

March 14, 2013

 

 

We once came down Prettywood Hill,

with our parents in their Morris Eight,

when a tyre rolled by in front of us,

making us brake to keep the car straight.

 

‘Some poor bugger’s lost a tyre’, Dad said,

as our car swerved this way and that,

before suddenly tipping up on one side, 

when in a ‘three wheeler’, we knew we were sat!

 

 

 

March 6, 2013

 

 

Mother’s Day comes around so fast,

reminding us all, it’s time

to get in touch and say ’Hello’ and

send a card with a suitable rhyme.

 

If only Mum knew how busy I am?

The computers crashed today, and

I had to work through my lunch break

as the year-end is up in May.

 

I pulled in at the ‘Services’,

to get some petrol and grab a card,

but the verses were all too sloppy

and I really looked ever so hard.

 

Just as I was giving up

I spotted one with a dog that would fit,

though the words inside were negligible.

She’d say that my partner had chosen it!

 

But I had to get it anyway,

as it was a last minute bid!

It was too late for choc’s and flowers

so I put in twenty quid.

 

I dashed out to the post van,

that from nowhere had appeared.

‘This card can’t go in here’ said the man

as we both now, at it peered.

 

‘It needs a first class stamp on it,

if you want it to get there on time’

I swear for just a second, I was

nearly hung for committing a crime.

 

‘But seeing as how it’s for Mother’s Day,

if you give me the value of the stamp,

I’ll see as it’s put in the sack with the rest

when I get back to camp’.

 

 

 

 

 

She thought she was a sex bomb.

She thought she had it all.

Trouble was, her hips were far too wide,

and her tits were far too small.

 

She thought she was a corker,

She thought she had it made.

Trouble was, she looked like Joan of Arc,

when dragged through some crusade.

 

She thought she was a pin-up,

She thought that men did swoon.

Trouble was, her three-some fantasy,

wouldn’t have attracted an entire

Platoon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wearing a face-shadowing black fedora,

Percoughalees was wheeled in through

the airport doors, where he immediately

spotted Brubellgot stepping out of the

lift from the private staff stores

 

He was accompanied by Nodsincquento,

his co-pilot for the night flight,  

both just having arrived on duty, and

making Percoughalees smile with delight.

 

Being injured was to prove adventageous,          

as, after handing over his boarding pass,

Percoughalees was immediately prioritised,

only to find himself sat in First Class!

 

The upgrade was quite unexpected,

but he kept silent and went with the flow.

And oh, how his heartbeat raced, when he

saw Mendotta walk across the apron, below.

 

Having his foot in plaster had its uses,

he later, cunningly began to think,

as he snuggled down under his blanket, after

spying Mendotta, sensuously sipping her drink!

 

 

 

 

 

She cried ‘Not me’,

‘No, t’is not I,

who caused you grief

or spiked your eye’.

 

‘Please take this olive

branch from the tree,

I lie, I do,

You are right

It was me’.

 

 

 

 

He needed her now he was stuck in his chair,

with only his zimmer to go anywhere –

Well about time too.

 

He wanted her now he was so house-bound,

with only Jack and Billy coming around –

Well about time too.

 

He loved her now that the others were dead,

and she was the only one left in his bed –

Well about time too.

 

He knew why now she felt bitter and twisted,

When to that damned club he had enlisted.–

Well about time too.

 

Halleluiah

 

 

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