That Cat
I saw that Cat the other day,
Where he was going who could say?
He strode along his head held high, his tail erect to brush the sky.
He gazed at me with pure disdain,
As if to say 'not you again! '
His promenading, full of grace, would indicate he owns the place.
What does he really think he's at?
Can he not see he's just a Cat?
And be satisfied with that?
Oh no, this feline bon-viveur,
Of Royal bloodline he is sure.
How can he be the stuff of Kings, while eating Rats and things with wings?
His gait screams immortality,
Nine lives he has, supposedly,
But that old tale is just a myth, not something that I'm bothered with.
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My Discovery
Now I've left this earthly shell, I find no heaven and no hell,
My spirit soars above the waves, now free of fire and earth bound graves.
I leave behind the pains of life, discard the lies and leave the strife,
My lack of understanding shed, my freedom rests among the dead.
No Philosophers, no stones, no rotting flesh, or crumbling bones,
No Preachers with their jaundiced views, no promises to keep, or lose.
No Teachers with their bogus facts, no Lawmakers misguided acts,
No false Prophets and no Popes, No Pessimists or Misanthropes.
I find at last no judgement day, no Golden Gates to bar my way,
My soul floats free among the clouds, released at last from earthly shrouds.
I leave behind the standards set, by others who I never met,
My obligations I rescind, and set my course upon the wind.
No Bureaucrats, no pointless rules, no Visionaries or other fools,
No Businessmen, no bloodied knives, no Politicians, or their wives,
No privilege, no bended knee, no Hangers-On, or Monarchy,
No love to lose, or Heart to break, and no apologies to make.
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Milestones (For my son, Ross on his thirtieth Birthday)
Time rules the passage of our lives
We divide it from Millenia down to thousandths of a second
We use it to measure and to compete
We use it to Prosecute and to Remunerate
We mark the Milestones of our lives
We use them as Aides Memoire
The first day of School
The rigid rules of Discipline
The introduction of Punctuality
The construction of Timetables
We saw you at this Milestone
Your tears, your bravery, the shining lights of your successes
Suddenly, your treasures packed, you dashed toward the Mortarboard
Leaving behind Giant Land Snails and holes in other lives
This time the tears shed were ours
We dealt with pining dogs and adjusted our emotions
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IF (I Only Had One Leg)
If I only had one leg, I'd give up work and start to beg,
I'd find myself a comfy spot, not too cold, and not too hot.
I'd dress in old and shabby clothes and strike a world-worn weary pose,
I'd play on peoples sympathy, to give their hard-earned cash to me.
Then I'd spend it in the Pub on endless beer and Gastro-Grub.
If I only had one eye, I'd see my way to getting by,
I'd buy a leather patch, I think, and use the other eye to blink.
I wouldn't have as good a view, with only one instead of two,
This doesn't mean I couldn't cope, especially with a Telescope.
I'd get myself a job at Sea, and keep an eye out constantly.
If I only had one ear, it wouldn't mean I couldn't hear,
It might be awkward to wear glasses, or to sit at backs of classes.
Though benefits might just accrue, from having one instead of two,
With only one to wash behind, and only half the wax to find.
And I could make a new career, of offering 'to lend an ear'
If I only had one hand, I'm sure that you would understand,
I'd find it hard to tie a knot, or play the Flute an awful lot,
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Christmas Cheer
Every year it comes around, this season of goodwill,
When visitors we truly loathe, come round and drink their fill.
Relatives we haven't seen, since nineteen fifty four,
Discover where we're living, and come knocking at the door.
We end up going shopping, spending cash we haven't got,
Filling up the Credit Cards, as if we've lost the plot.
We buy for all and sundry, and then we buy some more,
As if we've quite forgotten, that it all needs paying for.
We fill the house with shrubbery, and sprigs of Mistletoe,
Kissing total strangers, in an Alcoholic glow.
We hang up decorations, like some poor demented fools,
Ignoring all the hazards, and the Health and Safety rules.
The poor old dining-table simply groans beneath the weight,
Although there's only ten of us, there's food for twenty eight!
The Turkey looks as if it's been on Steroids all it's life,
A chain-saw might be better than a standard carving knife!
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The Morning After
When I awoke this morning
It was almost yesterday
Though it could have been tomorrow
I just really couldn't say.
My head was facing back to front
My nose seemed upside down
My eyebrows stuck together
In an imbecilic frown.
My legs had all the feeling
You'd expect from frozen peas
Which was further complicated
By the loss of both my knees.
And when I tried to focus
On a point in time and space
My eyes just fled their sockets
At a most alarming pace.
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Ethelred
Ethelred had toasted bread
Each night before he went to bed.
And every day when he got up
Hot Chocolate filled his morning cup.
Then before he went to School
A Bacon Sandwich was the rule.
His Mother made his lunch each day
Which took about an hour I'd say.
Two Sausage Rolls and three Pork Pies
Four bags of Crisps as a surprise.
Some Sandwiches of Roasted Lamb
A fresh baked Quiche of Cheese and Ham.
Then for Dessert a Chocolate Cake
With Clotted Cream she'd always make.
His School was forty yards away
A healthy walk you just might say.
But Ethelred would always stop
At McIntyre's his favorite shop.
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the Magic Forest. (Part Two, Stu's tale)
Said Stu the Gnu 'I am talking to you',
'I want you to listen to me',
'I'm certain you do' said the Blue Kangaroo,
'But I'm terribly late for my tea',
'Forget about tea and just listen to me''
'I've got something important to say',
'Tolstoy the Tiger has loaned me a book',
'About lands that exist far away'.
'I am happy for you' said the Blue Kangaroo,
'That Tiger's a wonderful soul',
'But can it not wait, till I've emptied my plate? ',
'It's got King Prawns and Chinese Spring Roll'.
'Oh well, if you must, ' said Stu the Gnu,
'But I think I've come up with a plan',
'So, finish your tea, then come over to me',
'And I'll tell you as much as I can'.
So Stu went off home and pored over the tome,
Which was all bound in purple and red,
It showed pictures of horses with black and white stripes,
These were Zebras, so Tolstoy had said.
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The Magic Forest (Part One)
I've seen a Green Lion and Blue Kangaroo,
If you want to come with me I'll show them to you.
It won't take a long time for us to get there,
I've got sweets for the journey that we both can share.
But let us not tarry, let us not be slow,
We'll need to get going, if we mean to go.
So what are you thinking, what do you say?
If you want to come with me I'm going today.
We'll cross the Green Meadow where Buttercups grow,
Then on up the hill is the best way I know.
We'll go past the Barn and over the stile,
Then we'll sit and drink cool Lemonade for a while.
When we are both ready, we'll set off once more,
We'll really have great fun, if you come, I'm sure.
So make up your mind if you do want to come,
For we could be a while, so we'll have to tell Mum.
She won't mind us going, if we're going there,
She'll probably be happy we're out of her hair.
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