A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single pace
A journey of a thousand yards
Begins without a wheel brace
Sunday, 3 January 2021
NO ONE LISTENS
No one’s listening
From the start
No one’s listening
When you impart
No one’s listening
When you’re smart
No one’s listening
Until you fart
SOME DAYS
Some days you’re the King
And on another day unseen
Some days you’re a servant
On another day the Queen
Some days you’re an insect
Or on another, the windscreen
IF AT FIRST
“If at first you don't succeed”
Said Robert the Bruce the King
If at first, you don't succeed
Then you shouldn’t try skydiving
BOWES PARK 1920
London’s north was once my home
Before the countrywide I’d roam
I dwelt in London’s north it’s true
In postal code N22
It’s forty years now since those days
And thing have changed in many ways
Take Tele-com's for examples sake
No direct dial calls could we make
No mobile phones or call waiting
No answer phones or message paging
The best time then to speak with friends
Was After 6 and at weekends
Even numbers then were differ-ing
No eleven-digit number-ing
Numbers then were much more classic
Though lines did have a lot more static
The phones were much more practical
And not some fashion article
And we Answered calls with more panache
Not impolite nor curt nor brash
Wed Pick it up and say Hello?
Bowes park one nine two oh
IN THE DOCK
A portly man stands in the dock
Head bowed down and white with shock
It’s been decided you did the crime
You’ll really pay the price this time
The gavel falls down with a bang
The sentence is the man must hang
You can’t milord appeals the court
A lighter sentence must be sought
His lordship sighs “oh what the heck”
“He cannot hang he has no neck”
IS THIS ART?
Martin Creed or Damien Hirst
Collins, Gormley which one’s worst
A pickled sheep in formaldehyde
A light
goes on and off inside
The truth
about salt and paper crumpled
Painting
by numbers and things untitled
A pile of bricks an unmade bed
Is this art or is art dead?
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