29 Mar 2017

The Dancing Musketeers




At dancing class my friend comes too
- we're all for one and one for all,
a taxi brings us up from Kew,
at dancing class my friend comes too.
But now I don't know what to do -
there must be room, he's only small.
At dancing class my friend comes too
- we're all for one and one for all.


No stopping me





they said you can't do it
that did it for me
the rest is 
history


Perennial




Please come and live with me, said he.
My parents won't agree, said she, 
they'll tell me that it's not for me
and I would rather marry.

But if we wed then not agree,
it could end in divorce, said he,
and this way you will easy see
I'm no Tom or Dick or Harry.

Look, said she, quite honestly
though you're a special man to me,
it's something that can never be
unless your name I carry.

You're something of a pest, said he,
I know what works the best for me
- it's not marriage and monogamy
so I'll no longer tarry.



All sorts and conditions of men





All sorts and conditions of men
are available to taste -
she picked you out
then spat you back.
Afterwards.



13 Mar 2017

Song of the Nightjar

secretly whispers on evening wings
softly lamenting fading light
brushing against a mouth that sings

settles lightly where a cobweb clings
fluttering though the breeze be slight
secretly whispers on evening wings

beware dark melodies that bring
tormented creatures of the night
brushing against a mouth that sings

hovers gently over fairy rings
calling quietly for his own delight
secretly whispers on evening wings

swoops where faintest shadows fling
from startled creatures taking flight
brushing against a mouth that sings

such sweetness from a note that rings
before the first night star shines bright
secretly whispers on evening wings
brushing against a mouth that sings




Kernow - land of tales untold


Land's end indeed, as pounding seas
and craggy cliffs remind us still
that this the seat where Arthur ruled
and Celts survived with stoic will.

Scraped lives from harsh and windy moors,
and fought to fill their nets with fish,
searched for copper, tin and clay,
to survive with pride their only wish.

Bounded by water on three sides, 
villages and coast are sights to see.
Her people, surviving nature's whim,
heirs to proud, rebellious history.



Beware the stair

descending her eyesight deceived her
she tumbled downstairs and it peeved her
having got such a clout
that she knocked herself out
a medical service retrieved her

the ambulance men did some things here -
their injury gear almost sings here 
but she cried - 'don't go quick
cos i'm feeling quite sick,
you sure that this motor has springs here? '

the Casualty staff got her sorted
from the dire disaster she'd courted 
after all sorts of bods
did enumerable prods
all lesions were clearly reported

then came stitches and plaster and more
and admission to Surgical floor
she praised all staff involved
for the problems they'd solved
and advice she'd no longer ignore

USE THE HAND RAIL!!!