The Holiday

We thought we'd take a holiday a dream to get away
escaping from the 'Rat-Race' and the hurly burly fray
a sunny place pedestrian pace with not too much to do
a little healthy exercise and perhaps a drink or two

We got there without hindrance expectations running high
it seemed so transcendental 'neath a bold blue summer sky
the town close by was beckoning we gaily ventured out
but every restaurant we passed was guarded by a Tout

"Come in here and taste our stuff" everywhere we went
on every corner time-share thugs and thieves to circumvent
Three card tricksters, counterfeiters, drunkards very many
philanderer's and blackguards in pursuit of every penny
We ventured back with eyes alert attuned to sound and smell
A haven break? Not sure my friend to me it seemed like hell

Boracic Lint

Picture by kumagcow.com

We’re out of cash and stony broke

there’s nothing in the pot

forget the fancy rhetoric

they’ve lost the bloody lot

The Golden Fleece is captured

though it’s wearing very thin

yet it marks another golden age

for the Chinese Mandarin

As the Euro takes a bashing

our economies may freeze

we’ll be studying Confucius

learning languages Chinese

Bonfire of the Profanities

I hear that cussing’s good for you
well that should make me glad
it’s something I am prone to do 
whenever things go bad

These words release my tension
and minimise my pain
and for all of those who cry out foul
I may repeat them once again

Listen to the flawless purified
who proclaim they never cuss
merely use a range of pseudonyms 
I can’t be bothered with the fuss

Expletives come as rude words go
so much pleasure from so many
in whispers or in wailing screams

such a shame to not say any

The Jaunty Jape

Adventure is the very thing
taking care and preparation
shooting rapids with a gun
may cause others trepidation

Keeping things exciting
and yourself away from harm
by attempting all things doable
with flair and verve and charm

To walk a pleasant evening
telling tales of derring-do
like the time I shot the rapids
without Kayak or Canoe

The Artful Artist





A friend of mine still full of life

an artist of great skill

just one look at site or scene

will produce a visual thrill

The works are mainly still life

fruits and pots in rows

keeping modelling costs way down

when using jugs to pose

All Things Bright And Beautiful

Playing games together

Children acting inside out

Without a care for meaning

Even less for dreads or doubt

Children play for hours

Communicating playtime rules

Taking turns in stage direction

Kings and Queens in mother’s jewels

In a home of many days gone by

Childish memories of the past

Daydreams turn to testing schemes

Wide-eyed honesty long surpassed

The Diffident Pitcher

My milk jug started playing up

being awkward holding back

behaving out of kilter

for a ewer very slack

It’s not that I can’t fill it up

I can and often do

a pitcher shouldn’t be aloof

I scream but don’t get through

The Drowsy Start

The weather vane is restless

through my curtains I perceive

as the sky is drawing patterns

giving sunshine no reprieve

I sip a cooling cup of tea

with a yawn I moan out loud

feeling miserable and put upon

by every passing cloud

The Hodge Podge

As one who doesn’t mumble

yet enjoys a crazy jumble

likes to mix their antecedents

with all sorts of odd ingredients

just to see what might emerge

staggered thinking on the verge

not ill-mannered so to speak

more light-hearted tongue in cheek

a sort of lingua franca quiche

which seems suitably pastiche

Party Smartie Pants

There’s a tang of impropriety

played out in our society

as politicians nonchalantly tramp

Dipping fingers without conscience

strutting appetites and penchants

paying duty to a hazy foreign camp

Apathetically so many folk

who mope elections are a joke

as integrity becomes a flight of fancy

When our leaders swagger blissful

at their congress waxing wistful

plainly no idea what’s really going on