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August 23, 2012
You’ve got two seconds to say yes or no.
The answer we need to be clear.
Don’t shilly-shally up Quaver Street.
The taxpayer needs to hear.
In just one sentence tell us the facts.
Is it true, what we already fear?
Don’t babble about on Helium Street.
Are things as bad as they seem to appear?
Courtship with all its frilly bits,
like wining and dining in style.
Reality with all its chilly bits,
ironically, you just have to smile.
Acceptance of the situation
is the way to battle through.
Satisfaction at the end of each day,
will help start tomorrow anew.
If you get the right tools for the job,
it will simplify the task,
and you’ll do yourself a big favour,
if you invest in a safety mask.
A world of peril in a Triumph Herald,
before seat belts were ever invented.
A rendezvous for a stolen kiss,
if, on the first date she consented.
We’ll have time to study the options
once the morris dancers have gone.
So pencil it in for now,
we’ll give it some thought later on.
August 21, 2012
In the stillness of the night,
as I slept the deepest sleep
I was suddenly awakened and
so scared that I did weep.
A song revived lost memories,
transporting me back in time,
by creating a vivid picture,
so perfect, in detail and rhyme.
I shook as the dream started fading,
and the music, no more, could I hear.
I had seen you with so much clarity,
and felt so moved that you chose to appear.
Plausible – well hardly.
Believable – a bit.
Check him out in every detail,
or you’ll end up more Miss than It.
The trouble with box ticking, is that
sometimes, there’s not a box that fits.
There should be dinky ‘in between’ boxes,
that are more suiting to certain bits.
He’ll twist it and turn it, and embellish the clues.
He’ll electrify it, espy it, the truth it may lose.
He’s only sniffing around for a story to use,
in an endless battle for headline news.