December 28, 2012

 

 

She knows someone who knows him well,

and from time to time, lets her know

how he’s growing.

Having that link, even second hand,

puts her at ease when the cold wind

comes blowing.

 

 

 

December 24, 2012

 

 

 

Mendotta bumped into Percoughalees,

as she emerged from the Boulangerie.

‘What are you doing in Paris?’ asked Mendotta.

‘From you, Percoughalees, I’ll never be free!’

 

‘Oh dearest Mendotta, what a surprise!

Let me assist you with your baps’

‘I’m quite capable, thank you Percoughalees’,

said Mendotta, sensing  yet another of his traps’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Research shows there’s an outside chance,

and statistics back it up.

But you’re on your own, once you dare,

take a sip from the loving cup.

 

 

 

 

His sadness oozed out of every pore.

His loss, too great to recall.

Without his true love by his side,

a second wind he failed to install.

 

 

 

 

 

In moments of wanton lust,

she desired him like never before.

In moments of utter disgust,

she deplored her shamelessness more.

 

 

 

 

We kind of lost it in the end.

She’d think of walnuts she had to pickle.

We’d little in common, if truth be known.

They were right to say she was fickle.

 

 

December 21, 2012

 

 

Percoughalees said to Mendotta

‘Tis the season to be happy and bright’.

‘Stop right there’ said Mendotta to

Percoughalees, as she rushed off

into the night.

 

Not to miss this seasonal opportunity,

Percoughalees was hot on her heals,

But Mendotta left Percoughalees standing,

and roared off, in her hot set of wheels.

 

 

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Eventually that feeling will leave you,

when the shine starts to lose it’s gloss,

after you strip away the chocolate coating,

and fight your way through the candy floss.

 

 

 

 

 

I was coping very well with early Advent,

until, at dusk, I went outside to add some

festive plants to the window box, and heard

the hauntingly melodic tones of ‘Silent Night’

coming from the nearby chapel, and I was gone!

Memories of you came flooding back, and the

agony of losing you, lives on!

 

 

 

 

 

The weightlessness of heaven,

as souls from bodies rise,

to take their place in alloted spots,

without effort or compromise.

 

 

 

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