January 8, 2013

 

 

A bit of hanky panky,

a touch of oo-la-la.

Just be very careful,

or you’ll finish up a Ma.

 

A hint of what you fancy,

in the back seat of your car.

Be sure to use protection,

or you’ll finish up a Pa.

 

 

 

 

 

I promise I bought you a present,

and also got you a beautiful card.

I neatly parcelled them in brown paper,

but the postage I found very hard.

 

By airmail, would have meant a mortgage,

and surface mail, would have taken weeks.

For the same price I could have got on a plane,

seen you, and kissed both your cheeks.

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

Percoughalees travelled on the

vaporetto and couldn’t believe his eyes,

when he spotted dearest Mendotta,

not far from the Bridge of Sighs.

 

He alighted and rushed after Mendotta,

who was already in St Marks Square.

She had met up with Admiral Unkonkey,

who was stroking her silken hair.

 

Without planning or hesitation,

Percoughalees became blinded with rage,

and ran up behind Unkonkey, and hit him

with all the power he could engage.

 

Mendotta let out a scream, and told

Percoughalees to ‘get out of her sight’.

Unkonkey stood to his feet, his face now

a ghastly shade of white.

 

Mendotta threw her arms around him,

which filled Unkonkey with delight, but

she also had mixed feelings, as she

watched Percoughalees fade into the night.

 

 

 

 

When Marvin Gaye, through

the airwaves played,

and in her arms he laid,

proved to be the happiest

days they would recall.

For that song by Billy Paul,

that almost said it all.

Saw the ‘thing’ that was

going on, very soon bounce

off the wall.

 

 

 

 

He’s blessed with morning glory.

Out of the blue, up percy pops.

But when he turns to face her,

very soon, his ardour drops.

 

 

 

 

Dimwits and procrastinators,

egging us on to take a risk.

Advisors and administrators,

wolves, like lambs, do frisk.

 

Sound bites and appropriators,

in a monetary whisk.

Financial wizards with detonators,

leaving only an asterisk.

 

 

 

 

True friends are meaningful allies,

never afraid to say what they think.

Our best interest they have at heart,

and want to see us back in the pink.

 

True friends are with us constantly,

even those who have gone on ahead.

Lovingly locked in a parcel of security,

they tied up with a gossamer thread.

 

 

 

 

She over compensated

for his short comings.

She let him off the hook.

One wonders if she really knew,

how, without blindness,

love would look?

 

 

 

 

 

When a vital part of the infrastructure,

temporarily disappears from the screen.

It’s time to assess what is valuable,

and how on a treadmill, you have been.

And when that necessary component,

re-appears once again on the scene.

It’s good to re-boot and go forward,

and sometimes, wipe the past clean.

 

 

 

 

We soul search once more,

and forgiveness ask, and promise

in earnest to fulfil the task.

 

Our transgressions, the headache,

we failed to put right, long after

our weaknesses have come to light.

 

 

 

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