Sunday 17 July 2022

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A MUMMY

 

The disappearance of a mummy

Was investigated by Inspector Grace

And with his years of experience

He soon wrapped up the case

THE LONG WAIT

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

Saturday 16 July 2022

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 171

 

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?

 

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