Discarded from a moving car
The litter travels very far
Each piece small or big
Performs a little merry jig
Each windblown piece at play
Participates in the ballet
Plastic bags float with ease
Waltzing high upon the breeze
Sweet papers flutter
Down in the gutter
Coke cans or maybe tango
Dance the tin can fandango
While larger papers jitterbug
Thanks to the litterbug
Monday, 2 November 2009
SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
Friday, 30 October 2009
BEWARE THE IDES….
Ceasar and Brutus were talking one day
About the phones with the most cachet
They discussed the best deals of the day
Then friend Brutus thought to say
“What network are you with by the way?”
Ceasar promply replied “O2 Brute”
About the phones with the most cachet
They discussed the best deals of the day
Then friend Brutus thought to say
“What network are you with by the way?”
Ceasar promply replied “O2 Brute”
THE LITTLE CHILDREN SAY
The little children say
All cute and sweet
On all hallows eve
“Trick or treat”
The little pleading faces
Look up with innocence
Wide eyed angels
Full of malevolence
A cute kid you can trust
I haven’t met yet
And what they really mean
Is tricks and threats
All cute and sweet
On all hallows eve
“Trick or treat”
The little pleading faces
Look up with innocence
Wide eyed angels
Full of malevolence
A cute kid you can trust
I haven’t met yet
And what they really mean
Is tricks and threats
Friday, 23 October 2009
CHRISTMAS HERALD
The Christmas lights are up
The shops play Christmas tunes
The Santa’s are out in force
In their red and white platoons
Christmas goodies are on display
The best selections ever seen
Which sends the message out
That it’s nearly Halloween
The shops play Christmas tunes
The Santa’s are out in force
In their red and white platoons
Christmas goodies are on display
The best selections ever seen
Which sends the message out
That it’s nearly Halloween
Friday, 16 October 2009
GODS GRACE
Little Grace sat hugging her granddad
“Did God make you granddad”? She said
As she stroked his old wrinkled face
Then ran her fingers across his balding head
“Yes sweetheart God did make me”
Then she touched her own face
“And did God make me too”?
“Yes God made you too my little Grace”
She thought for a moment then said
“Well in that case then I guess
God must have fixed the problems
In the manufacturing process”
“Did God make you granddad”? She said
As she stroked his old wrinkled face
Then ran her fingers across his balding head
“Yes sweetheart God did make me”
Then she touched her own face
“And did God make me too”?
“Yes God made you too my little Grace”
She thought for a moment then said
“Well in that case then I guess
God must have fixed the problems
In the manufacturing process”
LOCKERBIE LAMENT
The grieving families
Of Al Megrahi’s victims
Have no truck with mercy
Or Scotland’s political whims
They say they want justice
For their loved ones
But most just want vengeance
When all said and done
In their grief they crave
Justice for the just
Al Megrahi’s death itself
Won’t satisfy the bloodlust
Because withering away
Consumed by cancers hand
Is an inadequate passing
For such a man
Perhaps some more public end
Shown on live TV
A public execution
For all the world to see
Stoning him to death
On the Whitehouse lawn
With Obama saying “yes we can”
As the families look on
Of Al Megrahi’s victims
Have no truck with mercy
Or Scotland’s political whims
They say they want justice
For their loved ones
But most just want vengeance
When all said and done
In their grief they crave
Justice for the just
Al Megrahi’s death itself
Won’t satisfy the bloodlust
Because withering away
Consumed by cancers hand
Is an inadequate passing
For such a man
Perhaps some more public end
Shown on live TV
A public execution
For all the world to see
Stoning him to death
On the Whitehouse lawn
With Obama saying “yes we can”
As the families look on
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