When the pen takes control.

Packed and ready in the corner

Over ‘neath the mantel-shelf

Red my leather binding bonds

Tightly tethered through each buckle

Metal hands grip firm each leather strip

Adjusted only for the journey

Never to release tight hold

Till we reach our destination

Even though the distance long

Accepting my task without complaining

Until I can rest, my purpose done.

Over there it’s always sunny

and the grass is always greener

where the people take a keener

interest in mainly money

something which I find quite funny

if it did not often lead to

loud arguments among those who

really should know and act better

while some end up as a debtor

to those able to keep their cool

My girlfriend and I thought a walk would be nice

as we passed here the owner gave us some advice

he said sitting on the ground was ok for talking

but here it’s quite hard so no good for forking

we thanked him and said for us it would suffice

Moved and powered by the unseen breeze

we have all watched the growth of these plastic trees

their service to humanity I have no doubt

as they quietly wave their arms about

but the burning question we all can see

should they be planted on land or in sea

some think the former is a blight

while others think them a wonderful sight

whilst those who enjoy a coastal scene

tend to think of them as quite obscene

but all can agree their purpose is sound

to keep oil and coal safely in the ground.