Bimbette ordered herself
A small pizza to go
“How do you want it
cut”?
The guy asked, then
“Do you want it cut?
Into ten slices or
eight”
“Oh, just eight
I’m not hungry
enough for ten”
Bimbette ordered herself
A small pizza to go
“How do you want it
cut”?
The guy asked, then
“Do you want it cut?
Into ten slices or
eight”
“Oh, just eight
I’m not hungry
enough for ten”
Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
Something to wipe noses
"A-tishue? A-tishue?"
Or if not a hankie
Are you wearing something naughty?
I’m thinking it’s
naughty but very nice
Beneath your beautiful
wedding dress
Something to give the
night a little spice
White of course to
remain in keeping
A touch of the
virginal with a hint of vice
It happens again and again
A simple smile and I
dare to dream
That this might be the
one
But alas no it’s a
familiar theme
A long-ago world
In Days of innocence
And a wondrous summer
We stood on the cusp
Of loves first
awakening
When feeling awkward
and gawky
We took our first
faltering steps
In the realm of love
Wearing swim shorts
And self-conscious
blushes
It was a guiltless
time
When holding hands
Was a physical
pleasure
And stolen kisses
Seemed to last forever
If I had the presence
of mind
I would have bottled
that summer
And when I felt
Tarnished by the world
I would take a long
sip
And be refreshed
All my life, I’ve been
Likened to my Dad
A chip off the old
block
Birds of a feather
Two sides of the same
coin
And just the other day
I was asked
How are you different
to your Dad?
I replied that I hoped
In as fewer ways as
possible
Days out on the water
Windswept with rime
Watery sunshine above
a
Putty coloured sea
As I sailed the estuary
With dad at the helm