When the pen takes control.

Christie’s fine arts auction Lot 192

Enslaved trolls at daybreak, in Cubist style.

Artist unknown (likely to remain so)

We all flew into the country

To find a palace fit for a Queen

Immediately I saw the building

I rushed home to tell what I’d seen

Then there was such a frenzy

As everyone started to prepare

The next day as the sun came up

Our Queen and suitors took to the air

As they followed me I felt so proud

Of the new home I myself had found

If their first task was

Heal a divided nation

Are they up to it.

The yellow tape intrigued me

I had to see what was within

But the only thing that I could see

Was Death’s macabre grin

The concert was a great success

Just a few initial hiccups

Lead guitarist had no pickup

His mind was in its usual mess

Thinking what riffs would most impress

To make the crowd as one, exhale

In one long, frenzied, drawn out wail

Of adulation at his skill

Guaranteed everyone to thrill

Like all Rock Gods, he couldn’t fail

Cold comfort, knowing

That pride comes before a fall

Being at your best.

The sad tale of a family called Lee

Who lived in a cottage at the edge of the sea

One year whilst they were on holiday

A high tide washed the little house away

Rubble in the sand is now all you can see

I awoke in the dead of night

heard a noise, of that I’m certain

took a peep around the curtain

nothing could give me such a fright

as I saw in the pale moonlight

by the base of the old oak tree

although he didn’t notice me

a fox stood rooted to the ground

while a rabbit ran round and round

all the while laughing evilly.

What once we knew as

“Wet behind the ears,” becomes

Has “the bloom of youth.“