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November 3, 2012
He insisted on balancing
the books to the penny.
Attention to detail and
disciple he instilled.
He’d stay on their case,
no matter how long,
until inside their head
his point, he had drilled.
A fiercer task master
there never was.
On occasions he made
grown men cry!
These days he would have
been seen as a bully,
but his staff all went on
to reach the sky!
Let’s get toffed up
and paint the town,
and not spend all day
in our dressing gown.
November 2, 2012
Though bright lights beckon,
and adulation is strong,
ask yourself if at base camp
is where you belong?
Spend one year alone
Leave your misgivings on the shelf
Trust in your own judgement,
and learn to love yourself.
Time and again the same types
seem to capture our desire,
as we jump out of the
frying pan into the fire.
October 31, 2012
‘Amazing’ is such an overused word.
‘A thousand per cent’ is a nonsensical figure.
From now on I prefer to use simply ‘wow’,
even though that is hardly de rigueur.
No need for touchy-feely stuff
No need to step out of line
A union of minds can be enough,
when two hearts as one, combine.
Being amongst loved ones,
friends and twits,
is better than being lonesome
and out of ones wits.
After two become one,
when the loving has gone,
and you’re left in limbo,
yet must carry on.
Just think of the good times,
before life became bleak,
when warmth under the sheets,
you both used to seek.
So fast it appeared, leaving no time to think
A love made aware by a meaningful blink
A future secured with indelible ink,
leaving one quite amazed and tickled pink.