July 24, 2012

 

 

She’d supported him through his lunacy,

and was his ‘get out of jail’ card.

But enough was enough.

Life had made her hard.

She’d at last smelt the coffee

and was now on her guard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 20, 2012

 

 

Their train of thought has long since

pulled out of the station, and crossed

the tracks entangled in their head.

Though their journey is still ongoing,

their destination is endless, and on

past memories fed.

 

 

July 9, 2012

 

 

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty,

instead of skirting around the edge.

Let’s dig deep beneath the surface,

instead of tottering along the ledge.

 

Let’s vow to get things sorted.

Here and now, let’s make a pledge.

Then keep the vault door closed,

And no more, the past into – dredge.

 

 

 

June 29, 2012

 

 

Suffice it to say,

there’s been enough said.

So we’ll lick our wounds,

and lightly tread.

We’ll agree to differ,

and hold our tongues.

No point in chanting

those archaic songs.

Life must go on,

the cat must be fed.

Let’s call it a day,

and retreat to bed

 

 

 

June 26, 2012

 

 

The insanity that is three!

Him, her and me.

Our genetic make–up a match,

though astrologically poles apart

And yet trying to exist in harmony

Such a no-no right from the start

 

 

June 20, 2012

 

 

Alarmed at her reflection

in the mirror, she decided

that the entire house not only

needed a complete refurbishment,

but also a much younger tenant

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Life’s been good – I’ve had a ball

 

Distressed at her increasing inability

to function, she decided

that her whole being

needed a safer environment

and fresh approach

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

get me through to the curtain call

 

 

 

 

June 14, 2012

 

 

Mum, Do you have any suggestions

What I can get Dad for Father’s day?

‘Oh, I certainly can think of one or two things

But it’s better that nothing, I say.

 

 Though

 

 How about a course in etiquette

Or in table manners, at least

Then every meal that we sit down to

Wouldn’t be like eating with a beast!

 

Perhaps a secret ‘Make over’ day

Like the ones you see on the telly

Where they give men back their self esteem

And instantly reduce their belly

 

How about getting him some new socks

Or even a tie in the sale

Or a ‘brick’ to put through his computer screen

Now that really would get him to wail.

 

He’s always been interested in Sci-Fi

So get him a trip to the moon

I think it’ll be rather expensive

So make it ‘one way’ and make it soon

 

Oh, I really don’t know darling daughter

So it’s best that I leave it up to you

Because if I get involved, and get it all wrong

He’ll say ‘Typical, your mother hasn’t a clue’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The toast has all gone soggy

The cereal has turned to mush.

It’s always the same at breakfast time,

as we charge about in a manic rush

 

The trains are always jam packed

And on the motorway there’s a crash

It’s a miracle we get to work on time.

as we set about our daily dash

 

The planes have all been diverted

Some cancelled because of the fog

It’s a clever man who dons a track suit,

and to the office, decides to jog.

 

Some folks leave their cars at home

and stick up their thumbs in hope of a hike

Whilst fitter people than you and I

prefer to get there by bike

 

But get there we do, any which way,

we complete the daily grind

Like an army of ants going underground

as we slowly go out of our mind

 

 

 

 

June 12, 2012

 

 

Sorry, did you just say sorry?

Well that makes two of us, in actual fact.

Worried, did you just say worried?

No, only one of us, with pain is racked.

 

 

 

 

In the end it did manifest itself.

Like a gurgling zit, out came the puss.

Until they reached the core of the matter

Then put behind them, the terrible fuss.

 

 

 

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