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November 28, 2012

 

 

She only gave me a massage dear!

My bones were in need of a rub.

It’s included in the ‘1st Class’ service,

but I didn’t join the ‘mile high’ club.

 

 

 

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Whilst fiddling with his twiddly bits,

he came across a lump.

He asked his wife to have a feel, and

when she did, it made him jump.

‘Best get it checked out right away’

she urged with great concern, ‘as Uncle

Barney died of that, so hard lessons

we must learn’.

 

 

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‘Shut up’ is just too strong a phrase,

to say in public places.

‘Be quiet’ is also impolite, and would

cause frowning faces.

But if ‘please’ preceded both of these,

each would then fit in, with social graces.

 

 

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I’m truly listening, even though I’m

not looking at you, so please carry

on with your story. I’ve probably heard

it before, or at least a hundred versions

of it, but please, do continue, you have

my undivided attention, honestly.

 

 

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For now, you’ll do for now,

not forever mind, but for now

is fine. You fill a void, you tend

my needs, you stem the bleed.

For now, means just until, but

with the morning light, the tree

could lose a bow, anyhow, let’s

live for now.

 

 

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She heard his voice, and knew in  

seconds they’d be face to face.

She heard his nearing footsteps

and felt her heartbeat gather pace.

 

 

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November 27, 2012

 

 

He had the delicate touch of a lump hammer.

His comments were always pile driven.

He attempted humour where angels fled.

His naivety,  not always forgiven.

 

 

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A broken promise,

a scurrilous deed.

An act of treason,

based on need.

An altercation,

where handbags flew,

when she discovered

he’d slept with you.

 

 

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Never knock the marriage that has

worked for them, for in sitting silently

they’ve discovered harmony and pride,

and are on course for the long term ride.

 

 

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When others mock your accent,

and in it find laughter and mirth,

consider them rude and untravelled,

and not a minute of time, to be worth.

Just be proud to speak in your

motherland tongue;

be proud of the place of your birth.

 

 

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