🔉 Pam and Vera

Polythene Pam and Vinyl VeraTwo old birds from a different eraPretty young things from the age of punkBrassy and sassy and permanently drunkGrey haired now, and in a permanent funk Swore they’d live very different livesYet both ended up as…

🔉 Goosed

Christmas is coming and the Goose is getting fatI looked into the mirror and said,Well, that is just a factMy doctor said it’s serious,that I should really lose some weightSo, this year I’m going to havejust sprouts upon me plateAnd…

🔉 Dust

“I’ll show you fear,” the cowboy saidAs we travelled the Wastelands together“I’ll give you a handful of dust” “There is nothing to fear from dust,” I said“I keep three boxes by my bedThese are my rocksGround down by lifeNot living…

The Road Taken

I took the road like Robert FrostIt really made no differenceFor every road I ever trodI was met with great indifference I travelled forward hopefullyTo meet my fate just as I shouldOften the best that I could achieveWas to find…

🔉 Sweet Talk

A woman enjoys chocolate

Tastebuds are tingling with flavours on tongueAnd mouth-watering nectar swills round.Salivating juices already begunAs melliferous ambrosials are found. Caramels, butterscotch, Turkish Delights,Fondants and icing on cakes,A gratifying pleasure, a nectariferous of measure,A passion one never need fake. Grand summer puddings,…

I only went in for a lipstick

A woman applies lipstick

I Only Went in for a Lipstick I only went in for a lipstick,To replace my pearly pink stub.The assistant peered closer and closerAnd suggested an exfoliating rub. Then examining me even closerAnd holding her mirror up highShe asked, ‘Had…

🔉Abracadabra

I have been teaching my step daughter to read. It is an education for both of us. I started with the signs we see on familiar routes.  Open.  Closed.  For Sale.  Sold.  Oblivious at first, she cannot see what I…

🔉 Am I bothered?

I am a fervent word bothererAnd words they do bother meThey roll around inside my headUntil I set them freeThey tumble out in raptureOr sometimes in despairOften when I look for themThe words they are not there I sit here…