Urbane Clearway

Forgive me if I'm prying
But how are you today
We may have never met before
Though I felt that I might say

I see you looking thoughtful 
Perhaps a burden of the mind
I would not wish an imposition
Even less to be unkind

You need not answer me at all
If I'm in breach of etiquette 
I will politely quietly leave the room
To speak with others not yet met

Should we ever meet again
In situations more conducive
Quite possible you won’t recall 
When we were mutually exclusive

BLACK HOLE BONANZA

PICTURE LINK

Our galaxy core is about to explode

In year two thousand and fifteen

A super massive black hole fest

Ignites a sucked up gaseous scene

A starlight bursting energy rate

Four million times the mass of our sun

I’ll buy shares in tanning lotion

A multi-billion son of a gun

We have deck chairs in our garden

a marquee and three tents
Providing sun tans astronomical

In a year of star eyed  fete events

So here's to our shaky Milky Way

No strawberry eaten astral mess

Neutron Stars and Super Nova
a solar flare Starlight Express

GOOD GRUB

Human populations

continue to grow
By the year twenty fifty 

Nine billion or so

Good news for restaurants 

Purveyors of food
Who accommodate appetite

 to sate hunger and mood

Our cattle and fisheries 

will find it hard to sustain
Causing portions and prices

to make eating a pain

Our diets need broadening

current sources unsound

Worry not for supplies 

many answers abound


Menus change fast

Restaurants Pubs or at home

For the finest ingredients

There is no need to roam

Ants beetle larvae

Crickets with rice
Granada cicada

Spicy cockroach with lice

Tarantula mealworm

Dry roasted red ants
Not prone to turbulence

Less strain on your pants

Many more attending

A Weight Watchers Club

Checking protein and calories

Of their favourite Grub

Food consumption expected to double by 2050

STORY LINK

Each Way Palomino in Reno

North Arlington Avenue

Virginia Street Reno

With hope in our pockets
We're off on a Beano

Spruced up my rabbits foot

Touching serious wood
Sensing a gold rush
My lucky lady feels good

 I'll wear a tuxedo

My Sean Connery toupee
With a large bag of chips
It’s my Goldfinger day

WORD ON THE WIRE

A heated packed out courtroom
Passions running high

With much anticipation

Facts and fictions that belie

This case we have before us

Unbelievably absurd

A test of tense and meaning

Heinous crimes against the word

Verbalising shady passages

Misconceptions risky phrases

Paragraphs offending senses

Causing wicked vacant gazes

Each case was well presented

Final summaries sought repentance

For crimes of murdering many words

The Judge gave out a lengthy sentence

They sent him down without a word

Took his pen and pad away

There's no appeal for volubility

Musing strangling words won't pay

Attitudes of the Platitudes

'Baby on Board'
The sticker proclaimed

As they cut me up 

I might have been maimed

'Jesus Loves You'

As she gave me the finger

Such a host of invective 

From a church choir singer

'I Slow Down for Horses'

A triple horn blast

I saw nothing but 'V' signs

When at ninety they passed

Riding my tail for a mile or more

Rude venting and ranting morose

In passing I saw the sign on display
"If You Can Read This Your Driving Too Close"

Melancholy Days

Shadows of the winter

Leave a shiver in the shade

Springtime moving forward

A subtle trace of jade

Jewels of summer shimmering

Incandescently they dally

As autumn bids a farewell

From a far off distant valley

ROD's SODS & PODS

Good old Rodney Bolton 

Has put colour in our lives

Tending our street corners

With everything that thrives

He never uses herbicide

A master gardener organic

His eye for blend and synergy

A horticultural mechanic

Everyday at sunrise

Rodney Bolton on parade 

Checking bedding and dead heading

As he manicures the glade

Such a panoramic vista

Passers by approving nod

All around our tidy neighbourhood

We acknowledge Rod the Pod

GET MY GOAT

Happie made

the record books

A speedy distance float

Thirty six meters

twenty five seconds

A skateboard racing goat

Success now gone to

Happie’s head

Her Diva attitude of late

There’s talk

she’ll run for President

A floating voting

Nanny State

GOAT FLOATS INTO HISTORY

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