Thursday, 30 July 2020

Bought and Sold Out



“Please don’t dial our telephone
We’d rather not reply
Our message telling all who ring
We don’t answer on the fly”

Should you call us anyway
There are some options to select
Unless you spend new money
We’re unlikely to connect

Hearing lots of moans and groans
Because instructions don’t read true
Not our fault if you lack aptitude
Or the wherewithal to do

As time goes by and sales drop-off
When the bottom line’s in doubt
We may fall back on empathy
Should there be a business drought

With year-on-year their profits rising
After-sales not prime concerns
Things we bought leave us distraught
Until we drive down their returns

With every sale now looking tenuous 
Thieves and scammers rule on-line
T’s & Cs may well revert to please
To reassure what’s yours and mine



Business confidence is at an all time low. Customers have felt their trust levels plummeting. Emerging from the world business meltdown will require a return to real customer service.
Response to enquiries positive or negative will require a people-to-people interface.
The old adage "People buy people fist and products second" must become a forerunner
in the battle to encourage and regain sales.

Monday, 27 July 2020

The Ballad of Buster Fluster

Picture by Samet Kirtkus -unsplash.com


Not sure at all on what comes next
Buster Fluster’s in a state
On the border of disorderly
He feels he must concatenate 

The links he thinks are tenuous
Though well prepared to stretch a point
Where the pinnacles parenthetical
May connect but disappoint

So in the end we’ll leave it up to him
Buster Fluster’s flap and tizzy
Best not bother muddle further
For right now he’s baffled busy

We wish we could do more for him
Try with all our might to muster
Make his desk more picturesque 
Connecting sanity to Buster

Saturday, 25 July 2020

At Large in Camouflage

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Our town is incognito
In mosey mooching masquerade
A swarming droning shopper fling
Well concealed a spend parade

Secretly the racks are scanned
No emotion on display
No one can tell who said that thing
Nor who was that no one can say

Take care my friend when wearing out
A cover guise to save your health
To keep from things that awful brings
In-flight invading breathless stealth

Avoid the state of naked breath
Wear a plain or patterned mask
If seeking things you’d like to buy
Protect yourself before you ask


Wednesday, 22 July 2020

Bikerloo Line Hull



Everything is changing fast
The way our journeys flow
We love our car it’s best by far
Whether sunshine rain or snow

We know the ride is turning
No doubt creating traffic spikes
Bus lanes now have all-day rights
Plus much more room for bikes

No longer pedals to the metal
There’ll be wheelies everywhere
Motoring a lesser city thing
A traffic state to trap ensnare

We’ll be needing handle baskets
Clip-on heated weather capes
Two-wheeled trailers lockable
Suiting very shopping traipse

Handlebars will mean that jars
Can be swallowed to excess
Saddled with a drunken rush
As screeching buses make a mess

But all the worlds a cycle
In the summertime it’s prime
Where light fair-weather butterflies
Have no thoughts of wintertime

Let’s not forget it’s healthier
Less fumes less fug distress
As pedal thrust conveyances
Change the ways of NHS

Monday, 20 July 2020

The Case of Missing Casey

That genius of the AutoCad 
Has drawn his final lines
He's rubbed out his anomalies
Where his pension pot combines
After lumping on expenses
He's pencilled in a date
Leaving God to run the office
Where the angels congregate
So here's to Casey on his way
No doubt he'll sup a garden few
Pondering the scheme of things
The odd Sudoku too


Written specially for Colin Casey

The Indelible Linesman

By Cliff Letts Of Ropey Rhyme Fame

Saturday, 18 July 2020

When Then?

Picture by Sharon McCutcheon - unsplash.com



Whenever when is in the air
It is a question not a wish
When weakly posed evaded
Unlike a heavy net of fish

When shall we see is hopeful
Demanding work beyond the ask
When will it be a wistful plea
If one believes there is no task

For when the time is called for
Answers must be swift
Otherwise the stakes are rising
When ones options cast adrift

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Zetetic Conclusion

Picture by Mick Haupt - unsplash.com


Looking out for hidden words
That might express a great idea
To convey a depth of feeling
That a reader may revere

Perceptive in reflection
Sagacious sharp astute
To pierce the wall of blind indifference
Among wise judgments more argute

Probing well intentioned ways
Walking free of bilboes
Avoiding hackneyed blatherskite
Should one seek to diagnose

Steering clear of bobsy-die
In flowing paragraph’s concinnity
Ensuring those who love to read
Enjoy a luculent affinity



Weird and wonderful words - Oxford Dictionaries
shrewd
an iron bar with sliding shackles, used to fasten prisoners' ankles
a person who talks at great length without making much sense
a great deal of fuss or trouble
transient or fleeting
elegance or neatness of literary or artistic style
(of speech or writing) clearly expressed
proceeding by inquiry or investigation

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Plotter Rotter

Picture by Tarik Haiga - unsplash.com 


The stirring club are plotting
Mixing up all kinds of bluff
Simulating almost truthfulness
Well-groomed right-off the cuff

“Tell them what they want to hear
Pretend the lowdown’s on your side
No matter how the changes manifest
Claiming credits on each side”

They won’t give way to challenges
Asserting clauses prove their stand
Throwing out well spun embellishments
Silver tongued with sleight of hand

Monday, 13 July 2020

Think Positive By Jove

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Tentative is where we are
A vague and doubtful slick
In between a haze of nebulous
A figment fallacy burnt out wick
In this outcome unexpected
Where we recede as one
Displaying keep-out notices
Always easier said than done
Individual pods of stand alone
Assuming less is more
In dreams of perfect upshots
Like when we thought we won the war
We’ve given trade the finger
As if we have the upper hand
To soldier on without a map
In games to lose we never planned
A virus made it easier
For us to shrink and go without
By closing down free enterprise
Where future shoots can never sprout

Friday, 10 July 2020

RETHINK

Picture By:Priscilla DuPreez
@AMPRSNDPHOTO


The habitual and the regular
No longer usual or frequent
Familiar has lost its way
Average now seems overspent

So much we took for granted
Adapted to the everyday
Where the customary typical
Acclimatised our normal play

The once inured and commonplace 
Became the changes retrograde
Exchanging all tomorrow outlooks
A sense of prospects overplayed

The time has come for our contrition
To beg forgiveness for our waste
Depleting massively resources
While all important things misplaced


STORY LINK BBC discussion on new normal

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

Liminal Subliminal

STORY LINK
Picture by Georgia de Lotz

Apart from liminal mindedness
Crowding out my brainy knot
The place where all my keepsakes
Seem to jostle for top spot

In the middle of a master plan
Unaware of my confusion
With my inkling’s broken linking
I must pause from due conclusion

In the peaceful state of reverie
A doorway moment overthrows
Those wasted passages to dead ends
That left me where nobody knows

Emerging from a lucid sleep
A recognition sharp condition
The focus of my head reset
Points out the errors of my mission

Saturday, 4 July 2020

Tom Foolery



Flouncing in uncalled for
An irritating twit at large
Unwitty lacking mastery 
With ill-mannered camouflage

Misjudging the uneasiness
Without a second glance
Bumping round without apology
A sad inebriated dance

How sad the sod among us
Dishing out implied dismay
On how the folks he loosely knew
Are responsible for today

Friday, 3 July 2020

Ponders End

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Sitting pondering on hot to cold
The natural way things have to be
When what equates in final states
Becomes a cold eternity

A fiery flame of hungry need
In avaricious hot pursuit
Life demands to soak up energy
From its tip to its grass root

Radiation is a discharge thing
Projecting rays from solar heat
Elementally they centrally
Become absorbed and then deplete

So just in case you’re wondering
On the substance of your life
How the border of disorder
Will one day turn your heat to ice

In life it’s one beginning each
followed by one's end of time
For you and me it’s incremental
In totality sublime.





Thursday, 2 July 2020

Seen At The Scene

I'll take these!
Picture by Hush Naidoo - Unsplash.com


I went to see a spectacle
Though I didn’t see too much
Defeated by the distance
Not a perfect sight as such

I took a pair of readers
But there was nothing readable
I asked the wife what she could see
She boasted how she’d seen it all

Time to get an eye test
I could see myself I should
Enjoying spectacles with spectacles
Improve my sight of sights so good