You think
A diet,
Hair dye,
And dentistry
Will help you
Find a mate
But, my dear,
Alas, I fear,
You’ve left it
Far too late
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You think
A diet,
Hair dye,
And dentistry
Will help you
Find a mate
But, my dear,
Alas, I fear,
You’ve left it
Far too late
Please don’t think
That I’m not keen
Being intentionally rude
Or deliberately mean
I’m just not in the mood
To give you head
And I’d rather we watch
This box set instead
What do we have here?
He said
Hand snaking
Towards his crotch
I really can’t be arsed
She said
So I’ll just sit here
And watch
The heels
On your shoes
The shirt
On your back
Heaven knows
You deserve
Some flack
What is life
He said
Without a little risk?
There’s testing the limit
She said
And then taking the piss
It’s about time
You reared
Your ugly head
I was panicked
Fearing
The worst
And yet soon
You’ll be wishing
I was still missing
As there’s no
Let-up
To my verse
Fancy coming up
He said
For a night
Of unbridled bliss?
I shouldn’t think so pal
She said
After all,
I’ve heard you piss!
Are you some kind of freak
He said
When someone pees
You listen in?
It honestly can’t be helped
She said
These walls
Are paper thin!
I know
When I
See you again
There’s no way
That you
Won’t comment
But I hope
And pray
You’ll be kind
And say
You admire
My confidence
Ah, you’re still here
He said
So you’ve not popped
Your clogs yet?
It’s not for a lack of trying
She said
But the chance
Has been murder to get
I find it funny
You think
I’d remember
Even more so
That I’d care
Because
Everything you said
Went over my head
As you were blissfully
Unaware
You must have
Thought me stupid
Standing there,
Aghast
It’s just
I’d never thought
Of a ménage
Let alone à trois
It wasn’t
That I
Am frigid
Or disinterested
In scoring
But your attempts
To flirt
Were insipid
And your chat,
Pretty boring
I never said
You weren’t thoughtful
Not conscientious or kind
It’s just that when I said
I wish you were dead
I had other things
On my mind
Dressed in black
I’ll stand there
Watching,
From afar
Just to see who
Was telling the truth
And who the liars
Really are
I couldn’t get a photo
She said
But I promise you, it’s true
She was there legs akimbo
Lips stuck to his like glue
I cannot quite believe it
She said
He just doesn’t seem the type
But now that you have seen it
Does it live up to the hype?
Let me put it this way
She said
From the look upon her face
I think it would be safe to say
He doesn’t get many complaints!
Stick another log
She said
In the fire
And see if that quells
Your desire
To expect a nightly vision
She said
Seems a tad extreme
I barely get to sleep
She said
Let alone to fucking dream
Why don’t you come along
They said
We’re going for coffee and cake
To force such joy upon me
She said
Would only be a mistake
Let’s make love tonight
He said
Until we reach
The heights of heaven
Just fucking stick it in
She said
I’ve got to be up
At seven
I know I’d suggested
Greeting cards
But as I see the humour in this
Perhaps I’d be more suited
To writing less convoluted
Patient information leaflets
The Human Rattle
Take
these
pills
To
cure
your
ills
And
mend
your
broken
heart
They’ll
give
you
chills
And
delay
your
thrills
But at
least
it’ll
be a
start
(Originally Posted 18.02.2020)
Sometimes I read these and wonder
With all my insults and barbs
If I really have missed my calling
Writing alternative greetings cards
Black Letter Days
Are
you
sure
we’re
done
here
He
said
You’ve
got
nothing
more to
say?
Other
than
shove
those
candles
up your
arse
She
said
Oh, and
happy
birthday!
(Originally Posted 10.02.2021)
‘“In my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.”
– Ragnar
I really am sorry my friend
He said
But I can’t do much with that
The only thing I could recommend
He said
Is that you start wearing a hat
The Barber’s Secrets
Feeling
the
tension
In
the
air
He
dare not
mention
Your
thinning
hair
(Originally Posted 18.01.2020)
I know it’s only
One year on
But I’m still quite proud
Of this
Yet if I’ve had one thought
It’s that I should’ve sought
A better word
To rhyme with Elvis
Until Next Year…
As the calendar page turns once more
We are granted our reprieve
Thank you so much Mariah
Now you can fucking leave
Take that whiny choirboy with you
And that dick who thinks he’s Elvis
Bing and Bowie can piss off too
With their ‘pa rum pum pum pum’ bullshit
We’re happy to wave you off John
Although your message is appreciated
Best take your mate Paul with you though
Before we have his keyboard castrated
It’s time to step out and away now Elton
With The Jacksons, Jonah and Chuck
And as for the ‘NYPD choir’
We couldn’t give less of a fuck
We’ll really only miss you George
Like we do nearly every day
So perhaps, this year, we could keep you
Instead of giving you away
(Originally Posted 29.12.2021)
He was right
As it turns out
As it only took me
A minute
To abandon the joy
I’d tried to employ
As I had reached
My limit
Whatever You Say
I’m going to be happy today
She said
And push this sadness from my mind
I’ll give you half an hour
He said
And even then that’s being kind
(Originally Posted 28.12.2021)
I enjoyed my trip
Up to the heavens
Albeit for just
Those thirty seconds
One Night Only
This bed’s not big enough
For the both of us
So I’ll be the one to leave
We should just be glad
For the time we’ve had
And the little bit of reprieve
(Originally Posted 06.12.2020)
I cannot imagine
I meant the Jesus
In the title of this piece
As it’s far more likely
To be a Jesús
Who’d make me go weak at the knees
Christ On A Bike
It
truly
is a
wonder
To see
such a
glorious
sight
My
heart
beats
like
thunder
As my
body
sings
with
delight
(Originally Posted 25.11.2019)
“Of all the gin joints
In all the world…
She walks into mine”
“I hope he doesn’t think
I came here for him
As I just fancied
A soda and lime”
Old Movies (1)
Come
death
come,
as fast
as you
can
As
frankly
my dear,
I don’t
give
a damn
(Originally Posted 04.11.2019)
It still amazes me
To this day
That you even read my rhymes
Don’t get me wrong, my friend
It pleases me no end
But I do worry about you, at times
Wonderland
It’s nice
to think
I matter
That what
I feel is
shared
But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter
Surely no one
else is this
impaired?
(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)
2,995 posts
And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
Maybe she’s born with it…
Or maybe she’s just clinically depressed…
Moods
Ups and downs,
Peaks and troughs,
But the darkness?
That never stops…
(Originally Posted 10.10.2019)
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