her sweet scent lured
him to her honey ***
wherein he plucked a chord
on her sensitive spot

lichen shrouded logs
laid still on the forest's floor
their bones rotting

public transport
***** in every way
the trains and the trams
run on a timetable of delay
the public using these **** facilities
should protest to the transport authorities
here's a draft you can use
off your butts fellas
or you'll be in the news
no mucking around
no stalling we'll take
extract the digit
for the traveling
public's sake

they've now got a toehold in the place, they're well established
they've now got a toehold in the place, they're well established
nowt will move them, these parts suit them
nowt will move them, these parts suit them
these parts suit them, they're well established
they've now got a toehold in the place, nowt will move them

the board is crammed with their posts, over a hundred counted to-day
the board is crammed with their posts, over a hundred counted to-day
no doubt they're insistent, they'll not be nudged  
no doubt they're insistent, they'll not be nudged
over a hundred counted to-day, no doubt they're insistent
they'll not be nudged, the board is crammed with their posts

some aren't impressed with their carry on, what bugbears they've become
some aren't impressed with their carry on, what bugbears they've become
they need to be escorted from here, HP management isn't listening
they need to be escorted from here, HP management isn't listening
what bugbears they've become, they need to be escorted from here
some aren't impressed with their carry on, HP management isn't listening

the board is crammed with their posts, they're well established
they need to be escorted from here, what bugbears they've become
some aren't impressed with their carry on, no doubt they're insistent
they'll not be nudged, they've got a toehold in the place
over a hundred counted to-day, these parts suit them
nowt will move them, HP management isn't listening

dismay is felt when opening the newspaper
to read Athena's astral charts
on many occasions her predictions are well out
which tend to make the readers doubt

to-day she stated that all Geminis
were in for an adventure
but she failed to also mention
the possibility of a misadventure

Taurus individuals supposedly
are going to win a truck load of cash
they'll be disappointed
should they not collect a stash

she said all Virgos
would be bidding their time
but how would she know
as few of them can march to a rhyme

this pronouncement she had written large
which told of a Capricorn who'd fly to Mars
yet this person hasn't got a rocket
which can propel him to Mars

here was one that reeled me in
she spoke of a Pisces eating a dog
her info was well out of kilter
we all know that all fishes prefer a frog

Athena was glowing in her outlook
for those Cancer folk saying they'd find a bloke
though none of them are in the market
for finding a bloke

she put in a good line for Scorpios
to be careful whilst using the hose
as they might get the nozzle
stuck to their nose

Libras were given an Athena heads up
not to take their dreams too far  
why would she say that
when we all know that a Libra dreamer always makes par

she stated that Sagittarius ladies
needed to buy a spring party dress
though they've all got wardrobes
full of lovely floral brightness

what do you think of her
Leo chart for November and December
during these months
will they have a holiday to remember

she made mention of Aquarius souls
by way of Rock and Roll
few of those sixties baby bombers
have the legs to now Rock and Roll

finally her is what she telegraphed
for our Aries cousins in Perth
they'd all be reborn on planet Earth
yet none are seeking a rebirth

Athena's predictive Astrology page
is one we'll all need to thoroughly gauge

decisive defense
derailed the dictator's
dreams of dominance

We celebrate him on a December day
Two thousand years ago he came to Earth
In a straw filled manger he lay

Mary and Joseph were elated at his birth
The son of God part of a trinity
Two thousand years ago he came to Earth

We recall the scene of the nativity
Singing carols in churches and in public halls
The son of God part of a trinity

School children are now painting pictures on walls
Bringing the story of his birth to life in colorful hues
Sing carols in churches and in public halls

Christmas day is but a few days away for me and you
A day of reflective thought and prayer
Bringing the story of his birth to life in colorful hues

Over Bethlehem shone a bright star its brilliance rare
A day of reflective thought and prayer
We celebrate him on a December day
In a straw filled manger he lay

soil within your loam
a harvest of food you hold
our table you furnish

we're grateful to you
for the bounty you provide
elements of grace

praise be to the soil
we've eaten of daily bread
a repast you gave

she'd been placed
on a missing persons register
she was last seen
walking to the shopping precinct
her whereabouts didn't get solved
for some time
police had no positive leads
from the public
a full scale search was conducted
but nothing new
came to light
she'd just disappeared
like a wisp of air

some twelve months later
a jogger happened upon her
upper torso in amongst
the Taylor lagoon's
reeds and muddy sludge
this discovery was something concrete
for the police to go on
a forensic unit scoured the area
in the hope of finding further body parts
and other evidence

a state by state missing persons
search began
to try and identify the victim
who'd met with a ghastly end
in the autopsy report
it stated that she'd been
sawn into pieces
with a chainsaw
as the marks on her thoracic cavity
and neck
indicated this...

the detective sergeant
complied the information
he had on the lady
for a brief in court
as luck would have it
she had breast implants
and on them was found
a code number
by tracing this number
and the hospital who performed
the surgery
pay dirt was hit
she was a resident of Kentucky
who'd gone missing
in July of two thousand and fifteen

a chainsaw murderer
did the deed
as six female victims
were found
across three other states

his star is on the rise again
he's the king of the fairways and greens
he has revitalized the golfing game
he holds the number one position
he's the premier player of the world
his fans are really wrapped
his name is in all the sports pages
he's back to slay his rivals

There once was a man named Elvis
Who had a gyrating pelvis
He moved it every which way
Dynamic was its swiveling display
His pelvic moves sent women into a groove

as the ***** ***** wind whirled
it splayed plumes of dust
across the salt-bush terrain
on that dry May day

denuded of cover
she stands all alone
without a leaf
upon her timbered bones
above in sombre grey skies
an uncaring sun hides
winter's whipping wind
lashes her hide
there she shivers
for want of warm light
there she quivers
through the gelid days and nights
the bitter iciness
ever staying
with the freezing vetch
so cruelly parlaying
the end doth call
she dies
she dies
she dies
in winter's cold pall

too much interference
has been extensively run
by those who hold
the kingmaker's gun

as a consequence
of this kind of thing
the democratic process
is under a clouded ring

the flow of votes
which were meant
for the out in front candidate
got subverted somewhere
in the ballot box's victory pate

foreign countries meddling
with other country's domestic autonomy
so the results of elections
will satisfy their sovereignty

transgressors are employing
their technics from nations far away
to determine who'll wear
a crowning array

my feet are extremely sore
this afternoon
as I've been on them
well before noon
standing on a cement floor
which hasn't any give
has made my feet feel
like they haven't long to live

I've just put them up
for a reviver and rest
and in about three hours
they'll be full of zest
the arches of my feet
is where the discomfort lies
I've just heard them
let out one or two sighs

it is hoped that I can stand
to cook my dinner tonight
for if I can't I'll know my feet
have given up the fight
so often my webbed feet
do harangue me no old end
it's as thought their telling me
we're not your friends

The day was clear as fire,
the birds sang frail as glass,
when thirsty I came to the creek
and fell by its side in the grass.

My breast on bright moss
and shower embroidered weeds,
my lips to the live water,
I saw him turn in the reeds.

Black horror sprang from the dark
in a violent birth
and through its cloth of grass
I felt the clutch of earth.

O beat him into the ground
O strike him till he dies,
or else your life itself
drains through those colourless eye.

I struck again and again.
Slender in black and red
he lies, and his icy glance
turns outwards, clear and dead.

But nimble my enemy
as water is, or wind.
He has slipped from his death aside
and vanished into my mind.

He vanished whence he came,
my nimble enemy;
and the ants come out to the snake
and drink at his shallow eye.

she has prized credentials
where grovelling is concerned
and many a brownie point
without merit she's earned

******* up to management
is something she's good at
her activity is as undistinguished
as a gross gutter rat

she crawls all over the high ups
like an uncontrollable rash
her sycophantic behavior
causes our teeth to disdainfully gnash

to observe her inching
up the head honcho's ***
makes us all snigger
at her sniveling farce

as eve fell a pair of swans
flew across the serene lake
to settle near a pontoon
till dawn came again

scooting around the supermarket aisles at pace
sifting and sorting through the cut price items bin
selecting a favorite brand of bacon rasher
stopping at the lolly counter to price a bag of sherbet
squealing children throwing a tantrum near the drinks machine
searching in my handbag for my wallet
store promotions blaring over the public address system