November 21, 2012

 

 

There she goes clinking her clangers,

thinking ‘good luck’ they’ll bring.

Never one to walk under a ladder,

or cross the path of a crow on the wing.

 

 

 

 

The children eat like primates,

with no sign of cutlery taking flight,

whilst slumped in front of the telly –

Table manners, alas, not in sight.

 

 

 

November 19, 2012

 

 

 

We’ve turned ourselves into human robots.

However will god understand?

Only he knows if the gates to heaven,

are controlled by an electronic hand.

 

 

 

 

 

How can one speak of romance,

if emotions have never been stirred?

How can one write of abandonment,

if heartache has never occurred?

 

 

 

 

 

What started off as a simple twinge,

developed into a full blown crisis,

and he finished up in A & E, sat next

to a woman with a bad case of cystitis.

 

 

 

 

 

They will fight their corner.

They will stand their ground.

They will rebel, and at times

hate you with a passion.

 

Your dream isn’t theirs,

and what worked for you,

to them, has long since

gone out of fashion.

 

 

 

 

For a week, try not to speak.

Don’t interrupt or intervene.

Bite your tongue, for however long,

it takes to avoid a scene.

 

Go to ground, shun all around,

who don’t follow your point of view.

If they get on your wick, don’t even nit-pick,

just walk away and sit on the loo.

 

 

 

 

Let them explore the world,

and burn off energy in excess.

Didn’t you know that love,

through absence, tightly binds?

 

Let them educate you,

with their futuristic view.

Didn’t you know that even dinosaurs,

now have electronic minds?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Climb aboard this fast express,

before it leaves for a new destination.

Then disembark as the whistle blows, and

put the experience down to recreation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a mouse near the house.

There’s a rat in the drain.

There’s a cat on the roof,

and a man inside, who’s quite insane.

 

 

 

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