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April 29, 2012
Women are the new men
And who’s to say they’re wrong?
For too long men have had it all.
It’s time for a brand new song.
Women will not be put on!
No longer will they be held down.
It’s now the menfolk staying indoors,
Whilst the girls are out painting the town.
She was wonderful in the garden,
All the plants she could cultivate.
She was wonderful in the kitchen,
All her dinners were just first rate.
She was wonderful as a housewife,
All the furniture shone to a treat
She was wonderful with the children,
Who made our life complete.
She was wonderful too, towards me.
Our love, it was just so deep.
But when we got to the bedroom
Alas, she just went to sleep
April 26, 2012
A million pebbles on the sea shore
Skimmed gently out to sea
By weekend revellers and nudists too
Only in Brighton can we be
No sign of sand anywhere
Just seagulls screeching with glee
Their voices hauntingly melancholy
Only in Brighton can we be
Thrashing waters, killer waves
At high tide we all flee
Back through ‘The Lanes’ to our Hotel
Only in Brighton can we be
A burnt out pier, needing restoration
No bucket and spade for the child at our knee
But we shall return, like years before, for
Only in Brighton can we be
April 22, 2012
They had to make up their differences
Though she didn’t think she was in the wrong
They always blamed each other
Their sense of rivalry was so strong
Call it a clash of personalities!
Two individuals wanting centre stage
And inevitably a ‘no win’ situation
To be in the same room filled them with rage
But sense in the end, had to happen
Their anger was affecting everyone
So they met and shook hands and agreed
That from now on, all bad feeling would be gone
But even at the point of forgiveness
She still thought him a selfish prat
They’ll always rub each other up the wrong way
But she’s stuck with him, so that’s that.
April 13, 2012
Keep your knees together love
And straighten up your spine
And put a smile upon your face
Oh, and lower that hemline.
Unfortunately she has
To accept he’s right
So it’s humble pie for tea
And down on one knee tonight.
Unburden your troubles onto your mother
Tell her each detail of your dismay
And how you are the injured party
And how unfairly you were treated today
Reveal your anxiety to your mother
Tell her each word that at you was spat
And how you are the innocent victim
And how injustice has made you feel flat
Then end your chat with your mother
Tell her goodbye and go on your way
Feeling refreshed and invigorated
Whilst she’s left worried sick
For the rest of the day
Could you just tell me
In plain simple language
Exactly what it is you want me to do.
If you don’t tell me then how can
I possibly know?
I’m not a mind reader
Nor can I multi task
I’m simply a man
So just ask.
April 10, 2012
Of all the underhand
Conniving things to do!
I can never forgive you
That’s it
You are out of my zone forever
So don’t bother trying to get
Back into my good books
Don’t give me one of those
Long soppy looks
Or those stupid grins that say
‘I know you don’t mean it’
Just take your
Coochy–coochy-coo’s elsewhere
Because this time
And I mean it
This time
You’ve had it with me.
So make your own Tea
And then sling your hook
Oh, and on your way back
Could you bring some milk
Because we’ve run out!
April 7, 2012
Push me to the limit
Make me blow my top
Wind me up incessantly
Until I cannot stop
Watch my temper rising
I’m shaking now with rage
Just like an untamed Lioness
Trapped within a cage
I just can’t be submissive
My opinion, I won’t change
I cannot help the way I feel
Though you might think it strange!
To chip away at me won’t work
Nor will it weaken my defence
But I do find it so wearisome
So really, what’s the sense?
If you don’t like the way I am
Then I suggest you go
Because this verbal battering
Just has to stop, you know.