Hope sits
Upon its primordial
throne
A constant, in a sea
of change
An unquenchable thirst
An unsatisfied
yearning
An unscratchable itch
When all else fails
Hope waits for us all
Since time immemorial
Till the end of time
Sunday, 1 May 2022
HOPE SITS
PARAMOUR IN THE WINGS
Paramour in the wings
Mistress in waiting
The smitten kitten
With the concubine
heart
LIFE INSURANCE
Life should be rewarding
Though not monetarily
Riches nonetheless
For premiums take many
forms
But you can’t take out
What you don’t put in
So just invest
yourself
And reap the dividends
THIS OLD HOUSE
This old house
With faded papered
walls
And paint flaked and
chipped
Rooms full of drafts
And murky shadowed
light
Smelling of decay and
neglect
And lifelong absence
The house needed
something
No, the house wanted
something
Amidst the cobwebs of
yesterday
And the promise of
tomorrow
The house wanted to be
a home
FURRY, FURRY DICE
Furry, furry dice
Nodding dogs that nod
all day
Look out on the
motorway
With eyes that know the despair in my soul.
Hold-ups on the hills,
Stretched for miles
like bitter pills
Take a break because
tiredness kills
The signs say all
across this land
To the tune of Vincent by Don McClean
PUT DOWN # 47
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he says “Wow that dress looks good on you
But it would look even
better on my bedroom floor”
Just thank him and say
“No problem,
I’ll send it to you
when I don’t wear it anymore”
BRITISH GIRLS ABROAD
British girls abroad
Fake tanned
Everything on display
Easy virtue
Easy lay
Begging for it?
Gagging for it?
Looking for it?
Perhaps not
But they know the way
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