I wrote this 2 years ago. I am quite a long way off of retirement but when I get there I have plans! I am a wannabe crusty. Retirement Plan I want dreadlocksOld, grey dreads with brightly coloured wool.They will be longbut not too longso that I can put them upand they will be aContinue reading “Retirement Plan”
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My one desire
Ask me what I desire the most in my humble life right now And I would honestly proceed to tell you that I don’t need extra money I don’t care for a shiny new car My house is just about big enough for the four of us I lack neither food nor clothes nor meansContinue reading “My one desire”
Fatigued
If I see one more report about Covid 19 I’ll probably scream Or kick in the TV
138
I wrote this a while ago but it is one of my favourites. It brings people back to me who I miss very much. 138 Tucked away in an unassuming corner,The last entrance on the rightPast the cupboard where the bogey man livesThe westerly door stands invitinglyI ring the bell and wait for its woodenContinue reading “138”
Sunday Service
Night’s curtain lifts cautiously afraid of the scene that awaits The trill of the pigeon’s Sabbath chorale Will prove insufficient means to placate A disappointed deity Who is soundly being ignored By those congregating here yesterday as the pubs and the clubs closed their doors. The females in tiny clothing, the men with the strutContinue reading “Sunday Service”
Poetry for Dullards 