October 11, 2012

 

 

The sequel is rarely comparable

to it’s original runaway success.

The day’s first cuppa, so drinkable,

whilst the second, not as good, I confess.

 

 

 

October 7, 2012

 

 

This ‘will she, won’t she’

game is over.

She’s waltzed out of town

doing the Bosa Nova.

 

 

October 3, 2012

 

 

Long after the ravers have raved,

and frolicked and misbehaved,

and left their presence deeply engraved,

the field lies abandoned, alone and afraid.

 

 

 

 

Did you know Pythagoras who lived

down the lane from Cornelius?

I believe you knew Tarquin too.

Well, they popped in today for a brew.

 

 

October 2, 2012

 

 

What one considers is ingenious,

to others, may seem a load of tripe.

What one chooses to eat on the tart side,

others may prefer to taste, when ripe.

 

 

October 1, 2012

 

 

I took a peek into the ‘can’ today,

and the worms were still

there wiggling.

I took a peek into the cupboard too,

and the skeletons were still there

jiggling.

 

 

 

 

 

Confounded pigeons

with no toilet manners,

delivering their deposits

at will.

Bold as brass, they sit and squirt

upon the window sill!

 

 

 

 

He held the ticket of authenticity.

He said it was the real McCoy.

But in fact there were bloody

millions of them.

Being ripped off, short lived,

was his joy.

 

 

September 29, 2012

 

 

No matter which way the wind blows,

the back draft will catch you out.

No matter how many seeds are sown,

there’ll be no harvest if there’s a drought.

 

 

 

September 23, 2012

 

 

For a change she was speechless,

dumbfounded, agog.

When she saw to her cost,

what he’d written on his blog.

 

 

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