“Love…
The kind you clean up with a mop and bucket”
Fooling No One
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)
The Age Old Question
Does the milk go in
First or last
And does it
Really matter
It tastes the same anyway
At the end of the day
But for me,
It’s always the latter
‘Two Lumps Please’
To
help me
through
this
misery
Perhaps
I’ll
make
a drink
That
is what
they
say,
isn’t it?
A cup
of tea
solves
everything?
(Originally Posted 11.01.2020)
Maybe Next Year…
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)
Way Too Eager
Well it’s not like I can help it
Said the moth
To the flame
My attraction to you is hard-wired
Well your way of showing it
Said the flame
To the moth
Leaves a lot to be desired
Wings
Fuck
this
shit
Said
the
moth
To
the
flame
It is
never
going
to work
It’s all
your
fault
Said
the
flame
To
the
moth
For
going so
fucking
berserk
(Originally Posted 08.12.2019)
‘Purple Haze’
It doesn’t hurt as much
To look nowadays
But I’ll admit
That I don’t too often
As some of the things
We got up to back then
Are probably
Best forgotten
Polaroid Memories
I can no
longer
look at
at your
face
My
eyes I
have to
sheathe
For
tears
begin
to flow
at pace
And I
can no
longer
breathe
(Originally Posted 28.11.2019)
Saviours Take Many Forms
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)
Puppy Love
Well I know exactly
What I think of you
All blotchy and balding
At forty two
Now I’m glad we split
At our old school gates
Back when I was seven
And you were eight
High School Reunions
I
wonder
what
You’d
think
of me
now
Fat,
forty
and
fucked
Would
you
still
love me
forever
Want
to be
together
whatever
Or be
thankful
for the
life
you
ducked
(Originally Posted 10.11.2020)
Pot-Valiant
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)
Ouch
If only I
Had seen more sense
And not fallen foul
Of my incompetence
Perhaps our relationship now
Wouldn’t be past tense
And I wouldn’t still feel
These splinters from the fence
Just Passing By
It was you
That was
The one
For me
But a future
Between us
I just
Couldn’t see
I suppose
That now
None of that
Matters
For you’ve
Moved on
While I’m left
In tatters
(Originally Posted 13.10.2020)
I’d Actually Prefer A Geography Teacher
Sparks is an amazing song
And I guess Yellow isn’t bad
But by the time
We got to X&Y
There wasn’t a decent song to be had
The Coldest Of Plays
‘When
you
try
your
best
but
you
don’t
succeed…’
Just
fucking
give
it up
then,
Please
(Originally Posted 09.10.2020)
Triple Jabbed
Well that lasted all of five minutes
As after that lockdown was lifted
I was out the front door like a shot
And did I care who touched me? Not a jot!
Deprived
I
honestly
don’t
remember
When
I last
felt
human
touch
And
as
time
goes
on
I’ve
started
to
feel
That
I actually
don’t
mind
too
much
(Originally Posted 07.10.2020)
Small Mercies
I’m not sure
If it was the booze
Or all the tablets
I was taking
But, ultimately,
I was pretty lucky
To survive all my (bad)
Decision making
Drunk
Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
So thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
(Originally Posted 29.09.2019)
Your Butterfly, Madame…
It’s better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all
And it’s better to hide the knives,
I find,
To protect your abdominal wall
The Dagger
At
least
I don’t
feel pain
anymore
As my
insides
spill
to the
floor
(Originally Posted 04.09.2020)
Let’s Go Back Again
What the fuck is wrong with us
Said the spider to the fly
Why can’t we just stay in one spot?
To be honest I just follow you
Said the fly to the spider
As you’re the only friend I’ve got
Let’s Go Back
This was the wrong choice
Said the spider to the fly
I think we should return
I suppose you’re right
Said the fly to the spider
When will we ever fucking learn?
(Originally Posted 25.08.2019)
Let’s Go
Fuck this shit
Said the spider to the fly
I really cannot be arsed
I agree entirely
Said the fly to the spider
I’m done with this bloody farce
(Originally Posted 25.08.2019)
It Was Only A 10p Mix Up
Based on a true story this
From when I was about six or seven
I stole some sweets
So the owner called the police
In order to teach me a lesson
I have always felt
He was a little harsh
And his reaction was over the top
But I guess I learned then
Never to steal again
Well, at least not from his shop
Cops & Robbers
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I only
stole
a few
pear
drops…
(Originally Posted 11.08.2019)
Just A Tad
Melodramatic?
Me?
Never!
The Night Shift
Is it
too late
to phone
in sick?
For life…
(Originally Posted 31.07.2019)
Pinocchio Tales
Absence
He said
Makes the heart grow fonder
And telling lies
She said
Makes your nose grow longer
Sorry Not Sorry
So now you’re back
You think I’ll crack
And give you my heart again
Well I’ve changed tack
And jumped into the sack
With your (much fitter) best friend
Repetitive Strain Injury
Time is running out
She said
Remember we’re on the clock
I wish you’d just stop checking
He said
And focus on my… shoulder
Behind The Bike Sheds
With cider
A go go
And knickers
A yo yo
The experience
A so so
Anything more
A no no
When Rhyming Goes Wrong
Nobody says ‘potahto’
An Honour
I’ve never met anyone else
Who could spin a tale like you
Who tied people in knots with laughter
Who turned the air so cheekily blue
You were a master of your trade
The likes of which there’ll only ever be one
I’ll never forget your stories
Even now you’re gone
You’ll always be my hero
And a treasure to many more
I hope one day we’ll meet again
My Glaswegian raconteur
Xxx
Push Off
You
and
meSitting
in a
treeK-I-S-S-I-N-
No thanks
Waxworks
You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him
She
said
You’ll
never
know
how
we felt
I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame
He
said
For
fear
that he
would
melt
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