January 15, 2014

 

 

With his future

hanging in the balance,

and the very next game

deciding his fate,

the referee makes

one wrong decision,

and the job’s bollocks’d;

all hope of fairness, too late.

 

 

 

 

 

He was known as

Uncle Erasmus,

and locals trusted

him with their life.

 

But a shadow,

ever watchful,

tracked him from

Bude to Fife.

 

A new identity

he had taken,

when first he

left his wife.

 

He lived in fear

of being exposed,

as his leaving

caused much strife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sloth is the devil

of mankind,

and the severed head

of the demon dread.

 

And if you don’t take

yourself off to bed,

I swear no more

those stairs you’ll tread.

 

You may think it cool

to have ‘street cred’,

but the time has come,

to go earn some bread.

 

The game is over,

I’m so seeing red.

This battle of wills,

is now at a head.

 

 

 

 

 

Please relieve me of impulsiveness

that gets me into so much mess,

and my forthright opinionated garble,

that causes others so much distress.

 

Please relieve me of smart–arse answers

to questions, not even to me, are addressed,

and of my constant second guessing,

that makes me sound like such a pest.

 

Please relieve me of all irritation

I may cause throughout the day,

by keeping me away from idiots,

who somehow seem to come my way.

 

 

January 12, 2014

 

 

A cat; a crutch

in times of need.

A dog; a walk

when he brings his lead.

A parrot; a copy

of the wife.

A  goldfish; a pal

who gets on with his life.

 

 

 

 

 

To look

To feel

To agonise

To need to cry,

but can’t.

 

To see

To touch

To drawback

To want to love,

but can’t.

 

To turn

To leave

To walk away

To want to apologise,

but can’t.

 

To run

To find strength

To never look back

To yearn to stay,

but can’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Auntie Edna said she had never farted,

as she was far too refined to do that!

But Uncle, who named her ‘the old wind bag’,

wouldn’t risk sitting near, to where she was sat!

 

 

 

 

 

The chance:

The opportunity:

The adrenalin rush,

that can’t be missed.

 

The hour of pleasure

when in the city,

that the body needs,

whilst the rest get pissed.

 

 

 

 

 

When hairs grow rampantly on your big toe,

it’s time to address the status quo.

 

 

 

 

 

Why does the one who shouldn’t,

suddenly become the one who will,

by widening the goalposts to suit the purpose,

for a thrill that momentarily fits the bill.

 

 

 

 

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