Fiends, rascals, rapscallions
Tell
me your fears
Friday, 16 April 2021
KEEPING ABREAST
If a fraction of the effort that went into
Research
of women’s breasts and their bras
Had
instead gone into exploration
Of
space, the galaxy, and the stars
We
would today be operating
Burger
joints on the moon and mars
AMAZING ANAGRAMS # 6
Anagrams can amuse this can easily be confirmed
President
Clinton of the USA to copulate, he finds interns
William
Shakespeare
I
am a weakish speller
He's
like a lamp, I swear
William
Shakespeare
Fir
cone Conifer
Doctrinairism
Discriminator
Down
this hole, frightened The End of the World is nigh!
Is
this meant as incentive? A stitch in time
saves nine
LOST SOULS
The selfish
Self-deluding
Act of release
At the end
The point of serenity
Marking an end
And a beginning
For the one
Peace
A perfect painless peace
An end of heart ache
Physical pain
Emotional sorrow
Loneliness perhaps
For those remaining
Pain begins
Picking up threads
Of a self-extinguished life
Tying loose ends
Cleaning up the mess
Hating them
While mourning them
Loving them
While despising them
Coming to terms
With the loss
DAME THORA HIRD
It was on the news that I heard
About
the loss of dame Thora Hird
She
died at the age of ninety-one
She
always reminded me of my mum
I
will really miss dear Thora Hird
She
was ordinary, yes that’s the word
Thora
Hird was down to earth I’d say
The
lass who came from Morecambe bay
She
trod the boards since a babe in arms
But
no pomposity was one of her charms
With
a glint in her eye, she would say
In
that warm and conspiratorial way
The
best thing to come out of Yorkshire
Was
the road to her beloved Lancashire
SPLITTING UP
In Norwich at my local pub, I sat
After a pint and a couple of gins
And contemplated relationships
With my muckers for their sins
“I’m divorcing my sweetheart
And soul mate” I tell my friends
“There will be no animosity” I add
“And we will always stay cousins”
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