August 31, 2012

 

 

 

If you’re a lucky person

and win a fortune you will find,

that if you tell, you’ll have the world

at your door, all neatly lined.

 

 

 

 

Soldier on the front line

So young and brave is he.

With a fearless vulnerability

Please god, bring him home to me.

 

 

 

There comes a time

to set aside boyish dreams,

and take on a princess

to share your schemes.

 

There comes a time

and that time is now,

so from adolescence

take a bow.

 

 

 

 

Check and double check,

and then just check some more.

The numbers change so rapidly,

as prices seem to soar.

 

 

August 30, 2012

 

 

We learn from animals

the power of the unspoken word.

 

 

 

 

Why is it the intelligentsia have

no knowledge of common sense?

Instead of choosing an open door,

they prefer to head-butt the fence..

 

 

 

 

 

It’s too late to think laterally

when horizontal you lay.

It’s too soon to celebrate the harvest

until you’ve gathered in the hay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In principle, I suppose it has merit,

though it’s a little far off the mark.

To be honest, it’s a load of rubbish.

It’s souless and lacks any spark.

 

 

 

 

During it’s successful working life,

hair reaches to the top of the head,

but later, a cosier setting is sought,

nestling in ears and nostrils instead.

 

 

 

 

 

Her faithful sheepdog, Bongo

loved to carry tins home from the shop.

But as the weight became heavier,

into the bushes, the tin he would drop.

 

To his mistress this went unnoticed,

until at her gate she arrived displeased,

as neighbours said ‘Bongo’s mum is back,

she’s lost another tin of peas’

 

 

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