
Cluster of comments
in red ink on white paper
sense of foreboding

Cluster of comments
in red ink on white paper
sense of foreboding
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions

I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill

Not far ahead there stood the hind
so he sank slowly to the ground
in order not to make a sound
his target had been hard to find
but the fates that day had been kind
raising his glasses to his eyes
he saw she had her fawn beside
and if they left the undergrowth
then he could surely shoot them both
because a camera never lies.
Filed under nature inspired, Rural life, Self compositions

Cruising white-tipped waves on a restless sea
of uncharted depths cloaked in mystery
remains the ideal life for me

Filed under Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized
On the cross-dressers trip to Navarre
agreeing to meet in the hotel bar
the singer had a nice ass
but a voice like rough crushed glass
who turned out to be a tranny
which to them seemed quite uncanny
Filed under Adult themes, Comic verse, Humorous, No offence intended, Self compositions

He turned to the boy and said, my lad
For a first effort it’s not too bad
But we’re making a statue for all to see
So perhaps you’d better leave it to me
Don’t worry lad for we’ll both be there
When it goes up in Trafalgar square.
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Self compositions
Who will grieve when I am gone
I have no daughter nor a son
My wife departed long ago
Of my demise she will not know
Or care.
The end.
Filed under On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized

The announcement that we all expected
came cutting through the usual noise
of children occupied with toys,
from household chores thoughts deflected,
eyes and ears to screens directed,
sombre is the next announcement
as they hear the dark pronouncement
today life has come to an end
for well loved husband, father, friend
reflecting on a life well spent
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Uncategorized

Whilst in San Remo on holiday
I visited the graveyard one day
to find old Edward Lear‘s grave
and in these words my respects gave
I’m sorry sir but have you heard
everything you wrote was quite absurd
curious poems and stories tall
enjoyed by children and by all
you can be sure we will not forget
your wonderful nonsense alphabet
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions, Uncategorized

Watch new life erupt
from the comfort of slumber
Spring awakening
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
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