“Break
a leg darling”
Old
thespians cry
As
they tread the boards
And
in fear of a mythical curse
Talk
of the “Scottish play”
Off
stage
They
bore one and all
With
quotes of the bard
And
shamelessly drop names
Whilst
imparting anecdotes
And
listing credits long past
Does anyone think is Oliver Hardy?
Does
anyone know is Richard Tardy?
Did
anyone watch as John Wells?
Does
anyone know if Chris Sells?
As a white man with decent values
I am blind to race and colour it’s safe to say
Though not because I don’t care
Rather it’s because I don't judge others that
way
Candle’s scented flames
Set
the tone
For
a relaxing soak
In
a stress-free zone
In
chin high water
Containing
oils and bubbles
Aromatic
and Exotic
Soaking
away life’s troubles
Shelves
piled high
With
new age potions
Aromatherapy
oils
And
various creams and lotions
Such
is the way
For
girls like my daughter
Fragrantly
soaking
In
the deep foaming water
When
I was young
Choices
were limited frankly
To
Radox crystals
And
a bottle of Matey
Saturday night on the town
Either
partying or clubbing
The
object to get someone into bed
Some
sights turn you on
Some
just turn your stomach
While
others turn your head
Long
legged fillies
With
a skirt so short
It’s
little more than a belt
Loose
gaping blouses
And
breasts unrestrained
Looking
like they’ve just been felt
When
alcohol takes over
People
are then attracted
To
all that comes into view
The
good looking and the fit
Say
they never bed an ugly partner
But
they wake up with a few
Each
long slender beauty
Has
a man on her arm
Or
a short dumpy friend
As
alcohol slowly takes its toll
It’s
the short dumpy bird
Gets
the bloke in the end
Celebs with ideograms
Tattooed
into flesh
When
quizzed
About
their meanings
“It’s
the symbol for”
They
claim
“Serenity”,
“Harmony”
Or
“Tranquillity”
The
true meanings are much clearer
And
not wise or sagely
The
symbols really mean
“Gullible
foreigner”
They
should be called idiot grams
The second hand
Sweeps,
rhythmically
Second
by second
Jerking,
another
Clicking,
ticking
Another
second
Then
another and another
Sweeping
inexorably
Unseen
to its destiny
The
minute hand
Clicks
on in its turn
Minute
by minute
Jerking,
another
Clicking,
ticking
Another
minute
Then
another and another
Clicking
inexorably
Unseen
to its destiny
The
hands move
Not
faltering
Sixty
seconds
The
minute hand moves
Sixty
seconds more
Another
minute passes
Then
another and another
Ticking
inexorably
Towards
detonation
