January 4, 2013

 

 

Send me one of your worries,

tied up with a scarlet bow.

It’s one less item to take off,

your list of ongoing woe.

 

Send me one of your pipedreams

from deep inside your soul.

I’ll create for it, a life,

and make two halves a whole.

 

 

 

 

 

When all is said and done

with battles fought and won.

I look at you and realise

you’ve always been the one.

 

 

 

 

I know who I would

if I did

but I don’t.

I know who would too

but no chance

so they won’t.

I know it’s a shame

such a waste

argh, but still.

Though it’s out of the question

maybe someday I will!

 

 

 

 

There are some who are greedy,

and some who are mean.

Some who are lazy,

and some in between.

 

There are some who are selfish,

and some who raise hell.

Some who are jealous,

and some who won’t gel.

 

There are some who are clever,

and some who are thick.

Some who are soft,

and some who are slick.

 

There are some who stay local,

and some who do travel.

How hard family life is,

when feelings unravel.

 

 

January 2, 2013

 

 

Pitiful Percoughalees decided

to cool things down, and give

Mendotta some space.

His reason being, that Mendotta

might miss him, and he’d then

be back in the race.

 

He also needed time to upstage

Unkonkey – an arrogant Admiral

indeed – who Percoughalees thought

behind his uniform, was probably a

beach bum on speed!

 

 

 

 

There was an undercurrent

that needed raising, before

the Sultana went out of her

mind.

All the dried fruit stored in the

cupboard, had disappeared

along with the sugar, which

of course, was refined.

She could hardly berate the

kind servants, as she knew the

Sultan with his sweet tooth,

would prove to be the culprit,

though he’d swear blind he

was telling the truth.

 

 

 

December 31, 2012

 

 

The torturous agony

of the uncemented wall,

that at any second,

in clouds of dust,

could fall.

 

 

 

 

 

Percoughalees had a rival,

he was an Admiral of the Fleet,

who Mendotta met in MacQuarie Street,

when she collapsed in the Sydney heat.

 

Admiral Unkonkey came to her rescue,

scooping her up in his powerful arms.

And when Mendotta opened her eyes,

she fell for his Manley charms.

 

 

 

 

There’s a ghost in the bedroom,

who moves about at half past seven.

He’s even been known to creep around,

as late as ten to eleven.

 

The reason I say ‘he’, is because

my man insists on calling him Fred.

But I am more inclined to think,

the ghost a ‘she’ instead.

 

The footsteps often vary as

he goes on different walks,

sending shivers down our spine,

and eyes wide open, out on stalks.

 

We think the ghost quite harmless,

and feel protected by it’s care,

But in truth, I think we both feel,

that we wish,  it wasn’t there!

 

 

 

December 29, 2012

 

 

There’s no disputing that on the mat

it was proudly placed, and the motive

for it being there was undoubtedly

‘total love’, and I could have dealt with

the fact that it was not long dead –

if only my cat hadn’t eaten it’s head!

 

 

 

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