Monthly Archives: May 2020

This is what it says to me.

I’d heard of a lady called Treena

and why nobody had ever seen her,

at night she was frightened of midges

but in the day it was the low spans of bridges

so she spent all her time in the marina.

Last night I had a waking dream,

Though not asleep but in my bed

A figure with a halo red

A crimson ring, a monstrous scene

Her body veiled, her face unseen

Though I knew tears were in her eyes

Above her, letters in the sky

A message etched in words of fire

Warning of man’s greed and desire

A path to sure destruction lies.

Keep an open hand

with the cards close to your chest.

Life is a gamble.

Far above the concreted scene

stands a stone tower in the sky

a man there stands, with single eye

the other absent, never seen

ever watchful, his sight still keen

vigilant, as alone he stands

telescope clasped in single hand

his message clear for all to see,

they did their duty under me.

True patriots all, to a man.

A cloak of mistrust

falls upon the human race

death hides in the crowd

There was a young lady called Barbara,

went for a trip to Scarborough,

alone on the Helter-skelter

she was sad that no-one had felt her

behind or offered to carry her camera

Dancing flies rise on the warm air,

one bite enough to make you itch.

So listen for their telltale pitch,

a siren warning they are there.

Attacking those who don’t take care,

even when dressed in fabric thin

may find red lumps upon their skin.

Spots that can be soothed by tinctures

thinking that God made such creatures

perhaps as punishment for sin.

Young Fergus was a bullock

A highland bull was he,

Like any other fine bullock

as proud as punch to be

out in the field, tossing

his head, so all the girls could see

while looking for a lover,

think, he’s the one for me

But they were all in for a shock

as he would soon be dinner or tea.