January 21, 2013

 

 

She was seven years old before she saw one,

as she had no brothers to make her aware.

So the day she first bathed with her cousins,

made her wish that she hadn’t been there.

 

To her horror she saw they had dangly bits,

and decided that God hadn’t finished them off.

Her cousins too were embarrassed, and cupping

their hands, both started to cough.

 

For many years she kept the family secret,

as she felt kind of privileged to know,  and

also out of a sense of loyalty, their cover

she never would blow.

 

But night after night, in bed she lay wondering,

why her Auntie hadn’t had the bits removed,

so her cousins could have been neatly sewn up,

to make their appearance, so much improved!

 

 

 

 

 

You stood out in a sea of people.

Your face set my senses aglow.

My nerve ends began to tingle.

I knew I wanted you so.

 

Call it instant attraction.

Call it an undiscipled urge.

Whatever it was, you also felt it.

Like a mighty magnetic surge.

 

Then on your way you travelled,

raising your hand to blow a kiss.

I knew I’d never get to see you again,

but you left behind such ongoing bliss.

 

 

 

 

Will you protect me when I’m sleeping?

Will you carry me across the ford?

Will you bring me toast and honey?

Will you tickle me when I’m bored?

 

 

 

 

Can we make a rule that

when one of us is speaking,

the other one must belt up.

 

For neither of us can get a

word in edgeways, when we

each other, try to interrupt.

 

 

 

 

 

I dreamt that you were under me,

and we’d just made love so passionately,

then I left the bed to go for a pee,

whilst you got up to make a pot of tea!

 

 

 

 

She often speaks of violets

with their damning perfume,

and bodies from her past,

she hardly dare exhume.

 

She speaks of golden sequins

when she was a chorus girl,

and lovers far and wide,

who sent her in a whirl.

 

She never speaks of heartache,

for that’s hers alone to keep,

but she cries a thousand rivers

for a love, buried so deep.

 

 

 

 

Never blamed.

Never shamed.

He kicked the bucket,

before he was named.

 

 

 

January 20, 2013

 

 

Sitting by the Grand Canal, Mendotta ate a

leisurely breakfast, next to a dishy Dane,

then in a water taxi, left for the Marco Polo,

thinking how her life was becoming insane.

 

She then boarded the front of the plane,

which was soon to be New York bound.

Feeling relieved to be rid of Percoughalees,

who she assumed was still on the ground.

 

Her brother, Brubellgot, was the captain,

and she felt in very safe hands, having

travelled thousands of air miles with him,

to far off exotic lands.

 

Her thoughts turned to Admiral Unkonkey, as

the plane, from the runway, lifted into the sky.

Her life had been so free and uncomplicated.

Drat Percoughalees, that smarmy, small fry!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The days spent down the Lodge with Dad,

were the best I ever knew.

We’d sit for hours with our fishing rods,

eating ham butties followed by a brew.

 

We never bothered about the weather,

and some days it was as cold as could be.

If it was wet we’d sit under a big umbrella,

together, my Dad and me.

 

I never wanted those days to end.

Sometimes we never got a single catch,

then we’d trudge back home, frozen and damp.

I can still hear the sound of the back door latch.

 

Then we’d stand with our backs to the fireplace,

just drying out, my Dad and me, whilst

taking in the aroma of stew and dumplings,

as Mum passed us both a big mug of tea.

 

 

 

 

It’s a blokey thing,

it’s what men do;

hunt in packs

and cause

hullabaloo.

 

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