January 20, 2013

 

 

Her sensitivity drove him potty, as she

would insist on reading into everything,

things that he could never see were there.

But quite often her prophecies came to pass,

and at her, in amazement, he’d stare.

 

 

 

 

Remove those fingers from your mouth,

and stop being a nervous ninny.

Wipe those tears from under your eyes,

and come here and lean on my pinny.

 

 

 

 

Just imagine if tomorrow, you wake up dead,

with the vultures from hell surrounding your bed.

Your Will not yet written and your affairs untied,

presuming it would be decades before you died.

What if all you cherish, and lovingly hold dear,

finishes up at the Tip, without a single tear.

What if that diamond necklace, is never found –

heaven forbid, and the children, never satisfied,

on friendship, put the lid?

What if the tax collector claims your cash and

house to sell, because of a t you failed to cross,

and probably an i didn’t dot as well?

I urge you to do a Will, even though you might

make ninety seven, so at least you will have

peace of mind, if you die tonight at half eleven.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m no longer allowed to own a cat you see,

as my Love says we must explore the world

and be free of ties and responsibility.

I know he is right, but not a cat can I sight,

from the break of day to the dead of night.

I think he is shooing them away in fright, whilst

I, WILL them towards me, with all of my might.

 

 

 

 

January 15, 2013

 

Mendotta ordered Unkonkey a brandy,

then sat him down in a vacant chair,

in the hope he would regain composure,

before leaving the now, vibrant Square.

 

The return to his ship was imminent,

and Mendotta was going through hell,

as she couldn’t  help wondering if

Percoughalees, would be waiting at her hotel?

 

When she looked up to speak to Unkonkey,

she saw his right eye had started to swell,

and asked the waiter for an ice pack,

just as Unkonkey, off his chair, fell.

 

He hit the ground with a mighty thud,

knocking himself out cold. Mendotta was

never more pleased to see Percoughalees,

as towards them, he nonchalantly strolled.

 

He calmly placed Unkonkey in the recovery

position, then on his back to massage his heart.

Unkonkey responded almost immediately,

letting out an unexpected fart.

 

With Onkonkey safely on their trolley, the

water-ambulance men set off back to his ship.

Percoughalees, was now alone with Mendotta,

who angrily gave his ear a clip.

 

‘Your actions today were ridiculous’ said

Mendotta, with her hands on her hips.

‘You could have killed my darling Unkonkey.

‘Of your insanity, Percoughalees – get a grip’.

 

 

  

 

 

When one’s work is reproduced

either by word or speech, and

without any necessary permission;

one has no choice but to search

through copyright laws, and thus,

sue with a confident submission.

 

 

January 11, 2013

 

 

I was with him only yesterday,

we strolled down the lane together.

He held my hand, as he always did,

we wanted the day to last forever.

 

We carried on down passing Cuthbert’s Mill,

then crossed the bridge to the other side.

We fed to the swans, some bread we’d brought,

as towards us they started to glide.

 

Such a joyous time of simplicity,

chatting with dog walkers nearby.

Not a care in the world, or so it seemed,

though today there’s a tear in my eye.

 

For now I walk the route with a sigh,

and no hand to hold but my own.

My love has gone on ahead you see,

leaving me here to walk all alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t sit there looking all superior,

and lost in your newly found zone.

Your parents have come to visit,

and enjoy an hour with you alone.

 

They are thrilled you’ve made it to Uni

– a life that they never knew.

The last thing they deserve is,

a crappy attitude from you!

 

It’s time to just ‘get over yourself’,

and give ‘window glancing’ a miss,

and cease shrugging shoulders in boredom,

thinking, ‘if only my butt, they would kiss’!

 

 

 

 

 

January 10, 2013

 

 

He could remember being one of nine

going to the Uni Ball, in his clapped out

Ford Anglia car, long before seat belts

were ever installed.

 

He then acquired an old Citroen Diane,

with a big yellow daisy on the side.

It felt as grand as any posh sedan.

He cut a dash and was filled with pride.

 

When he progressed to a red Zephyr six,

with the towns elite he began to mix,

but with worn ratchets underneath the seat,

away from the pedals, always shot his feet.

 

 

 

January 9, 2013

 

 

They were all nice-

well children are,

but he was special,

some, say my favourite?

Why?

I don’t know really.

I suspect because

he was like me,

and he liked me.

We clicked,

we were of the same mind.

Did I spoil him?

I’d say no,

but some would dispute that.

I always tried to be fair,

But how strange,

that all the others

remained living nearby,

and he finished up

in a far off land!

 

 

 

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