April 20, 2012

 

 

What a total pack of lies you tell,

You oversell your story.

Why not tell it like it is?

Why surround yourself with glory

 

 

 

 

That powerful, all consuming urge,

When nothing else really matters.

As you block out all the grief in your life,

And in your head the window shatters.

 

That feeling is beyond compare

And even though you shouldn’t be there.

You keep returning again and again,

Into her private lair.

 

 

 

 

Try to keep things in perspective,

Don’t go over the well trodden ground.

To keep reliving the past, as was then,

Is destructive, so turn things around.

 

Try to keep life in compartments,

By keeping a mental file.

That is easily tucked away in a place,

Somewhere in the memory’s mile.

 

Try to keep going forward,

Yesterday is dead and buried.

Look forward to all your tomorrows,

But don’t let your today’s be hurried.

 

Try to keep looking cheerful,

Whilst inside you are falling apart.

That way you will trick your brain,

And love will flow to your heart

 

 

April 19, 2012

 

 

I’ve got a lovely velvet coat,

It buttons to the floor.

I feel the bees knees in it.

But I don’t wear it anymore.

 

I’ve got a heavy, thick black cape,

It comes right past my knees.

But I don’t bother wearing it,

So my knees, I let them freeze!

 

I’ve got hundreds of matching suits,

That in my wardrobe sit.

But they are all last seasons,

And some, they don’t even fit!

 

I’ve got four thousand pairs of shoes,

Some, I’ve never had on.

I’ve searched two months for my favourite pair,

I don’t know where they’ve gone.

 

I’ve got millions of bottles of perfume,

Nail varnish and lipsticks too.

In every colour you can think of,

And guess what, I’ve even got blue!

 

You couldn’t call me a hat chick,

So I thought I’d let you know,

That sitting in my cupboard

There’s only ten or so.

 

When it comes to guys,

I don’t know why I’ve only got one!

I’ll start a new collection,

Goodbye….  I’m already gone…

 

 

 

 

 

April 17, 2012

 

 

They’re much more faithful than a human

And they never answers back

They are loyal and true and loving

Even when they get a whack

 

The never will betray us

No matter what we do

And when they see we’re sad

They will also feel quite blue

 

They rely on us for food

And also walks as well

We can disclose all our secrets

For they will never tell

 

Although they’re often know

As being ‘man’s best friend

I’d say they are the only ones

On whom we can depend.

 

 

 

 

Like dumbstruck dudes we stood and watched

Our team coach pull away

Then slunk back to our waiting cars

And headed towards the motorway

 

The long ride home would seem longer still

We felt as sick as hell

Our side had lost another ‘dead cert’

Though our top player did quite well.

 

But a one man team, without support

Is not the key to success.

So we’ll struggle on as best we can

As our finances are in a mess.

 

The ‘transfer deadline’ came and went

As all hope of fresh faces faded.

If we lose next week to the bottom club

I feel our pitch will be invaded!

 

It’s not a joke, it’s just not on.

We scrimp and save all season.

So it’s no wonder we feel gutted

When we lose without good reason

 

To sack the manager would cost good money

That the club truly hasn’t got.

So with a golden handshake out of the question

Our season’s not looking too hot.

 

The thrill of being in the top flight

Has been short lived, to say the least.

We need to win our next ten games

And turn this goal famine into a feast.

 

 

 

 

 

April 15, 2012

 

 

The reformed persona

of a wayward soul,

constantly reaching inwardly

to draw strength anew.

One minute at a time.

One day at a time.

And always with the knowledge

that devastation is nearby

and anarchy, at any second,

could kick in

 

 

 

 

Custard pants is coming

Swaggering along the prom

With one hand in his pocket

He struts with such aplomb

 

 

April 13, 2012

 

 

So ultra modern

The latest ‘must have’

The chicest of chic

The ‘tarted up’ lav.

 

Solid gold fixtures

Bum warming seat

Touch finger flusher

So very discreet.

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t even flutter an eyelash

Let the double entendres pass by

Don’t let him get his leg over

Don’t act all demure and shy

 

Don’t show a hint of recognition

Let the attention go over your head

Don’t be another notch on his belt

Don’t ever enter his bed

 

 

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