When the pen takes control.

a sneeze is a sign

that the fleas have done their work

blue is the sickness

Though science can explain the cause

there seems to be a nagging doubt,

a sense that we are now without

a guiding hand to Nature’s laws

that hidden factor, so we pause

and inwardly we contemplate

our lives, our place, even our fate

yet all the while as life goes on

although we know there’s something wrong

still argue and prevaricate.

To escape from anyone hearing

we chose a space within a clearing,

because we only had one chair

I sat on the tree stump that was there

then produced from my back pocket

enclosed within a golden locket

a multi-faceted sapphire blue

a token of my love for you

then you said that’s sweet but honey

I’d rather you just gave me the money.

My sister phoned me and said,”Guess where I am.”

I said, “ by the sound of it you’re in Siam.”

“Whatever makes you think that ?” she cried

“I can see through your video phone ,” I lied

“Well, you’re wrong, have another try,”

“Perhaps you’re watching, “The King and I, “

“Didn’t you want to come and see the show?”

“There were no more tickets so I let you go.”

She said, “That’s nice of you to think of me,”

But that’s what big brothers are for you see.