Why is it that when I think about you
I find my self inanely grinning
Yet I get nothing back from you
That would get my giddy head spinning
I can’t go on getting nothing back
I have wasted too much time on you
I need to feel your love, but I don’t
So breaking up is the only thing to do
Breaking up is hard to do, so says the song
But that doesn’t apply in this case
For when I tell that our affair is over
No hint of emotion shows on your face
I should perhaps have realised
Your heart was not there for the winning
But blinded by my love I didn’t notice
You were indifferent from the beginning
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
UNEQUAL PARTNERS
Why do you hold back?
Why can’t you go all the way?
“I love you” those are the words
That I want to hear you say
Don’t be half hearted
I need you one hundred percent
I don’t want you to be unsure
I want you to be content
You have to be sure
Content as I am in my choice
But you are not are you?
I can hear it in your voice
You don’t feel the same as I
I don’t make your pulse race
Or your heart skip a beat
I’m right; I can see it on your face
Love isn’t a one-way street
It has to flow both ways
But it isn’t flowing to me
Not even on the best of days
Then it’s over and done
I won’t have half measures
It has to be all or nothing
Not just the pleasures
I need to be “the one”
I won’t be your second best
I won’t invest my love
With no prospect of interest
It’s sad when love ends
And a couple have to part
But I only feel regret
That I never reached your heart
Why can’t you go all the way?
“I love you” those are the words
That I want to hear you say
Don’t be half hearted
I need you one hundred percent
I don’t want you to be unsure
I want you to be content
You have to be sure
Content as I am in my choice
But you are not are you?
I can hear it in your voice
You don’t feel the same as I
I don’t make your pulse race
Or your heart skip a beat
I’m right; I can see it on your face
Love isn’t a one-way street
It has to flow both ways
But it isn’t flowing to me
Not even on the best of days
Then it’s over and done
I won’t have half measures
It has to be all or nothing
Not just the pleasures
I need to be “the one”
I won’t be your second best
I won’t invest my love
With no prospect of interest
It’s sad when love ends
And a couple have to part
But I only feel regret
That I never reached your heart
YOU HAD ME LOVING YOU
You had me loving you from day one
And I had you loving me when it begun
But somewhere along the way
Your cheating heart decided to stray
You had me loving you totally
And I thought I had you loving me
But now your heart resides elsewhere
And you have left me in utter despair
You are still the one that I adore
But you don’t love me anymore
You still have me loving you totally
But I no longer have you loving me
And I had you loving me when it begun
But somewhere along the way
Your cheating heart decided to stray
You had me loving you totally
And I thought I had you loving me
But now your heart resides elsewhere
And you have left me in utter despair
You are still the one that I adore
But you don’t love me anymore
You still have me loving you totally
But I no longer have you loving me
A Little bit Of Humour
ABBREVIATED IRONY
I have often thought it ironic
If not positively absurd
That the term, abbreviated
Is an eleven letter word
THE EXORCIST
There is a ghost in my house
A poltergeist in nature
And I am determined to see
Its imminent departure
I have secured the services
Of an expert of eminence
An exorcist of renown
To un-haunt my residence
He is not a cheap solution
To my poltergeist problem
But the spirit has to go
Before I end up in an asylum
But the price must be met
This was sternly stressed
For if I default on the fee
The house will be repossessed
THE ABSENT MINDED OCTOGENARIAN
An octogenarian visited his doctor
'I think I'm getting senile” he said
The doctor replied “I don’t think you are senile
Let’s look for a different diagnosis instead”
“But I keep forgetting to do up my fly”
The old man said “After I’ve been for a pee”
The doctor smiled and then replied
“Not opening your fly before you start, that’s senility”
I have often thought it ironic
If not positively absurd
That the term, abbreviated
Is an eleven letter word
THE EXORCIST
There is a ghost in my house
A poltergeist in nature
And I am determined to see
Its imminent departure
I have secured the services
Of an expert of eminence
An exorcist of renown
To un-haunt my residence
He is not a cheap solution
To my poltergeist problem
But the spirit has to go
Before I end up in an asylum
But the price must be met
This was sternly stressed
For if I default on the fee
The house will be repossessed
THE ABSENT MINDED OCTOGENARIAN
An octogenarian visited his doctor
'I think I'm getting senile” he said
The doctor replied “I don’t think you are senile
Let’s look for a different diagnosis instead”
“But I keep forgetting to do up my fly”
The old man said “After I’ve been for a pee”
The doctor smiled and then replied
“Not opening your fly before you start, that’s senility”
Ooh Err
GLORY OF THE DAWN
Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early riser
With which to surprise her
But alas that was in my youth
And to tell the honest truth
Now my poor dormant muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle
THE CALL OF THE WILD
Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be fouler
For we like it as nature intended
An untamed hairy growler
No French landing strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed bush
Because we like our beaver wild
DEFLATED
I used to rise at dawn
And marvel at my erection
Such a thing of beauty
So wonderful in its perfection
But those days are behind me
Its flaccid now upon inspection
And to raise it from its flaccidity
I must consume some blue confection
And thus perform a miracle rising
Akin to the resurrection
Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early riser
With which to surprise her
But alas that was in my youth
And to tell the honest truth
Now my poor dormant muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle
THE CALL OF THE WILD
Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be fouler
For we like it as nature intended
An untamed hairy growler
No French landing strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed bush
Because we like our beaver wild
DEFLATED
I used to rise at dawn
And marvel at my erection
Such a thing of beauty
So wonderful in its perfection
But those days are behind me
Its flaccid now upon inspection
And to raise it from its flaccidity
I must consume some blue confection
And thus perform a miracle rising
Akin to the resurrection
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 155
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, Bakers man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Full of E numbers and artificial flavouring
Then microwave it until the oven pings
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 156
Tom, Tom of Islington,
Married a wife on Sunday,
And that’s all I will tell
Because to be honest it doesn’t end well
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 157
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:
Their wisdom was a misconception
They died and that’s natural selection
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 158
There was a little man
Who wooed a little honey;
and she was wooed and wooed and wooed
But not as wude as he
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 159
"Broken chairs to mend"
"Broken chairs to mend"
If I'd not gone to Argos
With money to spend,
I never would cry
"Broken chairs to mend"
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, Bakers man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Full of E numbers and artificial flavouring
Then microwave it until the oven pings
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 156
Tom, Tom of Islington,
Married a wife on Sunday,
And that’s all I will tell
Because to be honest it doesn’t end well
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 157
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:
Their wisdom was a misconception
They died and that’s natural selection
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 158
There was a little man
Who wooed a little honey;
and she was wooed and wooed and wooed
But not as wude as he
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 159
"Broken chairs to mend"
"Broken chairs to mend"
If I'd not gone to Argos
With money to spend,
I never would cry
"Broken chairs to mend"
THE SHADOW OF GOLGOTHA
Our lord beaten and bloody
Must die like a criminal
To add insult upon injury
Atop his tousled curls
Was set a thorny crown
Pressed into his scalp
He carried his cross
Upon his bloodied back
Through narrow streets
To the baying of the crowds
Then onto the hill of Calvary
Where the prince of peace
Was nailed to his cross of pain
And dealt the final blow
His side pierced by a spear
His earthly life ebbing away
Through the open wound
He called out to God
But not for vengeance
He asked that they be forgiven
And his cross of pain
Cast a Holy shadow
Across the world
That reached every corner
But the shadow cast
Was not one of darkness
But one of light
A divine light
The light of love
Which still shines today
For it is the eternal light of God
Must die like a criminal
To add insult upon injury
Atop his tousled curls
Was set a thorny crown
Pressed into his scalp
He carried his cross
Upon his bloodied back
Through narrow streets
To the baying of the crowds
Then onto the hill of Calvary
Where the prince of peace
Was nailed to his cross of pain
And dealt the final blow
His side pierced by a spear
His earthly life ebbing away
Through the open wound
He called out to God
But not for vengeance
He asked that they be forgiven
And his cross of pain
Cast a Holy shadow
Across the world
That reached every corner
But the shadow cast
Was not one of darkness
But one of light
A divine light
The light of love
Which still shines today
For it is the eternal light of God
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