January 29, 2014

 

 

Much stronger than any union,

is the good wives establishment.

Behind every successful man, is,

the spine of the family, cast in cement.

 

A solid force, who keeps on giving,

and who’s job gets harder with time.

Who sees off hungry predators,

and desperado’s out of their prime.

 

The good wife, always foreboding,

and the operator of the moat.

The one with the brain to sense danger,

and step in, to rescue the silly old goat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be silent child.

I am the judge.

My word is law.

I will not budge.

 

Oh teach me child.

Give me a nudge.

In sweet repose,

Bear me no grudge.

 

 

 

January 22, 2014

 

 

I’m in my mothers head,

as my thoughts I re-arrange;

and am now paying the penance

for when I gave her short change.

 

I’m in my mothers mind,

understanding all too clear;

how without any intension,

I caused her many a tear.

 

I’m in my mothers’ world.

Through her eyes I now see;

how unconditional love,

for a child, just has to be.

 

 

January 15, 2014

 

 

He was very musically minded,

from the day that he was born.

At nine he withdrew his savings,

and bought himself a horn.

 

He was very passionately inclined,

and did five children spawn,

then was forced to have the snip,

so back he went, to playing his horn.

 

 

 

 

One compensates

for the other.

It’s how couples

interact.

Each one taking

on separate

responsibilities

and drawing

on strengths

in a silent pact.

 

It’s how lasting

relationships evolve.

Each completing

their able task.

True; no two

marriages

are the same,

but the ones

that survive,

in glory bask.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

January 12, 2014

 

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

She couldn’t eat that to save her life.

The smell of it made her heave.

She’d force down broccoli and even sprouts,

but fennel she would always leave.

 

 

 

January 10, 2014

 

 

She waited in the wings for decades.

Many a night, the floor she did pace.

Believing every word he fed her,

about the future they would face.

 

But when a man marries his mistress,

it creates a vacant space,

and although she won him in the end,

he often disappeared without any trace!

 

 

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