The disappearance of a mummy
Was investigated by
Inspector Grace
And with his years of
experience
He soon wrapped up the
case
The disappearance of a mummy
Was investigated by
Inspector Grace
And with his years of
experience
He soon wrapped up the
case
My Dad had cancer
And from the moment
He had to succumb
It was thirteen years
Before heart failure
Was to take my mum
She was so unhappy,
Partly because
His passing left her
numb,
But not only that,
She was angry because
She was the lonely one
He wasn’t supposed
To go first, he was
supposed
To mourn mum
So, at her funeral
I smiled to myself
Even though I was
glum
Thinking about them
Reuniting and the
bollocking
That was to come
Homosexuality is not a disease
Nor is it against God
or his word
And being “Different”
is not a crime
It is neither
unnatural nor abhorrent
No one cares if Adam
loves Steve
Instead of loving Eve
There is no right way
or wrong way
For matters of the
heart
What matters is that
they feel love
Love is indifferent to
philosophy,
Theological
perspective or social acceptability
There is no good love
or bad love
There is no right love
or wrong love
There is only love
And any relationship
founded on love
Has my blessing
So quiet
A perfect angel
So calm and serene
Soft eyes,
A gentle smile
As if from a dream
But beneath
The façade, things
Are not as they seem
So quiet
The perfect angel
She secretly aspires
Soft eyes,
A gentle smile
Mask her desires
But beneath
The façade, a little
Sinning is required
Savagery long since procured
Its inhumane and
bestial song
And its uncivilised
beat
Is known to the
barbarous throng
Whose ferocity knows
no bounds
As it perpetrates its
brutal wrong
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And killed the man
from the income tax
When she saw what she
had done,
She went off to kill
another one
Are you wearing frumpy clothes?
Because you like the
style
Or did you cease to
consider
Your appearance after
a while
Perhaps you’re not in
vogue
Because you’re just
out of time
And dream of distant
days
Being old fashioned is
not a crime