Monthly Archives: Jan 2025

A girl called Susan had a terrible stutter

so bad that she found it hard to utter

an answer to the simplest question in school

and all the girls in her class thought her a fool

then they would snigger and often call her names

so it made her too shy to join in with their games

but the boys thought she was a comely lass

and they would go and talk to her in class

all this attention made her feel quite good

so she’d play with them whenever she could

Forlorn boats sit upon the sand

the ebbing tide has left them stranded

their drunken masts reach for the sky

as old dead trees stand frozen lifeless

mooring buoys not joyful bobbing but

relaxing knowing a job well done

still holding fast the boatmen trust

though barnacle and weed encrusted

the hulls that lean haphazard crazy

will soon be roused from lazy slumber

when the moon from up on high

once again sends in the flooding tide

As the high white clouds drift through the air

standing on the hill below them I see a fair

with it’s helter skelter and tall big wheel

the inner child in me makes me feel

romantic, nostalgic because In truth

I could never resist fairs in my youth

bumping cars, caterpillar, music and lights

a source of great fun for both young and old alike

Occasionally I must confess

I dream of acts of wantonness

where suddenly without warning I get the urge

to couple with a lady, our bodily fluids to merge

Wet, still dripping from the outgoing tide

the white limpet shells nestle neath the slime

under the feet of those who lift their heads

to watch the new sun rise, having said

their last heartfelt sad goodbyes once more to

wives, friends, husbands, sons and lovers who

although with regret may leave their family

to spend time with a closer company