Monthly Archives: Sep 2020

Because we lived so far away

We took a school bus every day

We could never be late

The driver wouldn’t wait

And we knew what our parents would say

A dark storm seething

In a tangled labyrinth

Troubled mind seeks calm

You all know me, my name is Bobby

Since lockdown started I’ve tried new hobbies

I’ve bought brushes, paints and paper

For watercolour painting but what a caper,

Got a short wave radio a C B too

Yet I still listen to Radio Two

Brand new camera, flash gun and lenses

Even got infrared to see what that senses,

A taste for astronomy entered my head

But I found I’d rather be tucked up in bed

So I took up my trusty pen and pad

If I can get more writing done, then I’ll be glad.

All of us have met the people

Who say pride comes before a fall

A common proverb used by all

Their philosophy is simple,

Fear their way of life may topple

Perhaps they ought to take a look

Through the pages of the good book

Read about a life that was spent

Solely pursuing good intent

Just to die like a common crook

My friend Fiona once told to me

Whilst walking in the wood she needed to pee

She sat in the bushes and pulled down her pants

Her only worry that there may be ants

Suddenly a wasp started to fly round her head

Shoo, shoo, you little pest, Fiona said.

With slow fuse burning

Incendiary anger

Bursts into fury

In the East as the sky turns red

It’s time for me to leave my bed

To the shoreline I must away

And try my luck with the net today

A rod and a line are not for me

Fish leap with joy if these they see

So I’ve decided to use a net

But I still haven’t caught any yet

Proudly wearing wings

Freshly clipped onto his breast

Just doing his job

When I lived in the village, I remember there stood

a lovely white cottage at the edge of the wood

With its whitewashed walls in the sun how they shone

But sadly I went back and my dream house had gone

Instead of old walls where wisteria grew thick

Was a blot on the landscape, all glass and red brick.