LYCRA LADY?

 

The Lycra fitted her

Like a second skin.

Taut and seamless

Leaving every contour revealed

Each curve, each mound

Every peak and valley

Every ridge and canyon

Of her voluptuous landscape

Her immodesty shown

In stark relief

COMING OF AGE

 

When I was still but a boy

I went to visit a house of joy

And although I had to pay

I would honestly have to say

That for a coming of age event

It was the best quid I ever spent

SAY IT AS IT IS

 

Velveteen isn’t Velvet

And Sateen isn’t silk

A sours ear isn’t a purse

And UHT isn’t milk

LIGHT ON HIS FETE

 

My brother is dyslexic,

Which is a bit of a trial

And I also think he’s gay

But he’s still in Daniel

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME

 

In France, they don’t call it a pothole

Instead, they call it a hen’s nest

It sounds much nicer, doesn’t it?

But for drivers, they’re still a pest

SENIOR SPEED

 

People speed

For many reasons

Some are disorganised,

Some are late,

Some are impatient,

Some have no sense of direction,

For some it’s an emergency

That fuels their urgency

But for me, as a retiree

I have to drive fast

To get there before I forget

Where it is I’m going

YOUNG AT HEART

 

Young at heart

Well, that’s a start

You’re only as old as you feel

Isn’t that the deal?

Well in my heart I feel young

But when all said and done

Being young at heart, let’s face it

Still means you’re older in other places