In the great war my grandfather
Survived a mustard gas
attack
On a peace march my
father
Survived a pepper
spray attack
On a rally my uncle
had mace
Squirted right in his
face
I suppose you could
call my ancestors
Seasoned campaigners
In the great war my grandfather
Survived a mustard gas
attack
On a peace march my
father
Survived a pepper
spray attack
On a rally my uncle
had mace
Squirted right in his
face
I suppose you could
call my ancestors
Seasoned campaigners
In regard to the state of good health
The fact that you
cannot deny
Good health is just
the slowest speed
At which we will
eventually die
My dear friend was pulled under
By a strong currant,
and tragically
My dear friend was
drowned
In his breakfast bowl
of muesli
The NHS has plans to save money
As they are strapped
for cash
The plans have got up
the Allergists noses
And Dermatologists
think them rash
I call my wife my Wi-Fi,
You might wonder why
Well, she works at
home usually
Or in the garden,
truthfully
I have no physical
connection to her
And at night the
neighbour uses her
Hark, hark the dogs do bark
The chavs are coming to town
Some with piercings
and some with tats
And one in a designer gown
In the game of love, you know all the right moves
With Terpsichorean
precision, purposeful and bold
You are mistress of
passion, keeper of my heart
If they awarded medals
for love you’d get the gold