Category Archives: Self compositions

Free from worldly woes

the cobbler attends his last

all men have their worth

I am Doctor Jones, a practitioner in a small village. I like amateur dramatics and act as prompt for our local society. A few years ago we were doing, “The inspector calls,” Tom the lead was prone to forgetting his script. He had mentioned feeling rather queer but the show was a great success and surprisingly Tom was word-perfect, something I had been concerned about. After the show the performers took their bows but Tom was missing. I found him collapsed backstage half-dressed with no response. I was certain that he must have been dead for at least two hours.

Most are afraid to sit these days

though a tranquil scene before us lies

it remains haunted by old memories

one’s thoughts keep casting back to Pete

who loved to rest on this old seat

perhaps the rumours that were rife

about his neighbour and his wife

finally got the better of him

the day he took that fateful swim

and though the lifebuoy is close by

there was no one near to hear his cry

or perhaps he just slipped in silently

When we gallant few set off to hunt the wreck of the Hesperus we didn’t fully realise what could be the eventual tragic cost for us, as we sailed through the frozen waters of the Bosphorus our progress was really quite ponderous, the fickleness of the wind made our passage tortuous and the ship’s owners started to think our plans preposterous though our success was eventually fortuitous and made rich men of all of us.

A gentle hiss, a sidelong glance

and so begins the courtship dance

each plucking feathers from their breast

which soon she’ll use to line the nest

an art to which they are both used

for each year brings another brood

a lifelong affair of the heart

that only death can split apart

I knew a young girl called Susan

I cannot tell a lie

she had a bit of a speech defect

which made her rather shy

but she was good at any sport

at which she had a try

and on any Summer evening

“Anyone for tenet?” was her cry

then we all knew what she meant

and happily rush to comply.

Each new day is done

tides and seasons do not tire

like the shifting sands

Now we’ve finally got to that time again

by children so eagerly awaited when

through the land we celebrate Yuletide

all thoughts of acrimony are set aside

and grievances that once cut so deep

for a short while are put to sleep

and with all the festive cheer

look forward to a bright New Year

I was out birdwatching with my friend Dean

when we came across this wondrous scene

though we may think it looks so neat

ducks and geese can find nothing to eat

so instead of ducks with their tails in the air

sadly there seemed to be no bird life there

so in my pocket I will carry a loaf of bread

then throw it for them to eat instead

Today, no matter what happens, whether good or bad, will be forever history.