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Bathsheba Dec 2010
“Love animals…Don’t eat them”
On the back of the truck
Do they really think that we give a ****?

As far as I’m concerned they are there to be eaten
Does it matter so much if there battered and beaten?

The food chain is there for a reason my friend
Lentils and rice don’t appeal
Why pretend?

Morels and ethics
You use as your source
So neatly nurtured from your feminist course
Stroking your egos with ignorant bliss
Never to experience that succulent kiss

Steak starts to sizzle
Smell starts to ensnare
With wild abandonment
I really don’t care
Juices cascading
Rivers of fun
Full and content now
Deliciously done

So take your morels and give them a poke
And as you swallow your ethics
Try not to choke.
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Husband

raises eyes

and

beholds

Wife

Showcased on the marital bed like some bizarre opus of abstract art

Dali would have been so proud!

Juxtaposition
of
Wife
against white satin sheets is breath taking

Stark

Exciting

Exhilarating

Stark

Delectable mountains of previously guarded white flesh available now in abundance

Curve of spine
Swell of *******
Secret garden

Husband is breathless

Patent Red Stilettos
Ruby Red Lipstick

Conspire

Entice and lure him into new and dangerous forms

Light from partially closed curtains only elevate already awakening senses
Draw base instincts to the fore
Primeval
Lust
Depravity

Husband stands transfixed

Spellbound

Death lines
Professionally accurate
Precise
Plethora of perfect pinpricks adorne a graceful neck
Precise
Criss-cross of intricate irresistible artistry
Precise

Resembles an oracle in obscurity of thought

She is simply beautiful …
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Just who the hell

Do you think you are?

In your house that is so

Twee

Just who the hell

Do you think you are?


YOU

are

NO

more different than

ME


Just because

You have a car

Just because

Your old man works

YOU

think that these entitle

YOU

To all those extra perks!

WELL

******* ALL

**** YOUR WAYS

THE TIME HAS COME TO RE-APPRAISE

~


I am angry you were nasty
I am angry you were cruel

Surprised

YOU

didn’t march us

to the

***** Ducking Stool


And what exactly was the crime?

In the safety of your home?

Were there far too many children?

With a natural freedom born to roam?


Did not one of you ever stop to think?

What went on behind

Closed doors?

Or were

YOU

Indignantly repulsed?

Fervently abhorred?


Well … Let me tell you for nothing

My father was a ****

Yet

YOU

hid

behind your curtains

Surely

WE

were

WORTH A PUNT?


I even fulfilled your small town prophecy

When I learnt to rob and steal

It was never about the money

It was only ever about the thrill


Seven little vagabonds

Seven little ***** of sin


“Be careful where you step my sweet”

“For, they do not hold our Lord within”


Mr Roberts …

“How dare you walk these streets?

Glowing with civic pride

Did you not know your

wife’s back home with her pumpkin leg’s spread open wide!

Oh…. Yes … your brother was often a frequent guest

While you brown nosed

on your

Monetary quest”


Mrs Philips …

“Hubby … taking the boys to camp again?

He sure likes to drill them hard

Does he make you take it up the ****?

Does he leave

YOU

His

CALLING CARD?


I could go on … with tales of pain
I could go on … with tales of woe

But

That is

NOT

MY PURPOSE

For it was so very long ago  


I just want to make you realise the pain left in those children’s hearts

They really were so much more
Than
the
Sum of all their parts

So next time you cast aspersions
With
your
Judgemental eyes

Remember

Each time the knife’s stuck in

**A

Little piece of that child dies …
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair

So … I put on my coat

Open the door
Cross over the road
Step up to the fore
I tap him gently
Take his hand
Silently lead him
To my witness stand
As soon as were in
My head’s in a spin
Unsure what to do

Please … Give me a clue?

He then sits
ME
down
On my threadbare chair
Looks deep in my eyes
So much love
There to share
My lips start to smile
He touches my heart
At last I’ve discovered
My own golden cart
He imparts me with tales
Of a life filled with pain
Not looking for sympathy
For the dragons he’s slain
He just wants to talk
Connect with another
Before long I realise
This man is my brother

My brother in arms
My lost fellow man
My point of existence
My part in the plan

This wretched man
Has set me free
To live this life
With empathy
My heart is open
My *** is full
I now have the courage
Of a
Sitting Bull
I thank my guest
And he thanks me
I invite him back
A
S
A
P
He doffs his hat
He smirks that smirk
And
I just know
Our love will work

Day in
Day out
He sits on his bench
No one goes near him
Because of the stench
****
****
White Lightening
Despair
I watch from my window
It’s really not fair
Bathsheba Feb 2011
YOU
Ignore the weeping wounded
As they wallow in the mire

YOU
Fear contamination
Of your heart's desire

Kudos
Respect
Acceptance

YOUR
Palatable poison of the day

Knock
Knock
Knock

"Have you seen my courage?"
"Is it coming out to play?"


"Not today *Poet

For your words are all but dead
Maybe ...
Next time
Stick to your principles
Instead of rolling over .... playing dead!"

"You have a voice
Use it
Stand tall
Walk tall
Walk proud
Believe what
YOU
Believe in

Not the needs of this faux crowd!

"I thought you were a Warrior
A God amongst mere men
But ...
When the push
Came to
The shove

YOU

YOU

Divorced yourself from Zen

"So here is my dilemma
The knot tight inside my soul
Was this just a one off?
Or will
YOU
Always roll

Always roll on with the 'in crowd'
Irrespective of the
THOUGHT
Or will

YOU

Stand by .... what you believe in?
Stand by .... what you've been taught?"


"Fakes & Phonies
Two a penny
Cut no ice with me
But ...
For the record
I will state
My name is
MARIE-LOUISE
Bathsheba was just a bit of fun
It held me in good stead
But now ...
I feel the time is right
To lie her down to bed"

"And as I lay her down to sleep
Silently close the door
I know she was a lot of things

But never a poet *****!

She always held her principles
In highest of esteem
She was an individual
But still part of the team
Can you my friend
Say the same
With your hand held on your heart
Or will

YOU

Stick your head in the sand
then try to pass it of
as

*ABSTRACT ART!
Dedicated to the countless fakes and phonies on Hello Poetry

You make me ***** with your pathetic and puerile *******
Bathsheba Nov 2010
They say it scars you for life!

They say it consumes your soul!

They say you never get over it!

They say a lot of things …

Am I so

different?

Or maybe?

I’m

just

Indifferent!

Who knows?

I don’t know

I really don’t know


I often peek inside the rusty old bucket of dead babies that I keep in the loft

And?

I feel nothing

Not a **** thing

Feeble

Formed

Foetuses

Swirling around and around and around

and around and around

and around


Why is it that I have no pain?

Why do I not crave my dead babies?

I couldn’t even tell you when they fell out

When they made a run for it

When they thought “**** this …. I’m out of this *****”

Does that make me a bad person?

Would it be more acceptable if I was distraught and inconsolable?

Then you could all pat me on the back and collect my tears

Well ….

Heres the news …

“There’s NO ******* tears here, baby!”

So you all can take your sanctimonious ******* and shove it straight up your sympathetic compassionate arses

In fact

I’ll even lay a wager that if this was

YOU

YOU

would run

through

Imaginary birthdays

Imaginary names

Conceptions

Etc

"Sshhhh ….. Don’t mention babies in front of her"

She is so fragile

Full of so much love

A tiny delicate little flower

Full of so much love

MILK IT *****

COS TONIGHT I’LL BE HOWLING AT THE MOON SURROUNDED BY DANCING DEAD BABIES
Bathsheba Oct 2010
I place her gently
on the
counter

Defiantly
bait
complacent
eyes

But ...

They have  
often
seen my sort

Likes of me they do despise

“Take a seat”
she spits at me
Such venom makes me smirk
I size up my surroundings

Maybe now I’ll go berserk?

You see ..
I
dally with

Dark Demons

Devil

Deep Blue Sea

A lifetime lived in purgatory

Why does no one hear my plea?

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires


Cherubic eyes start taunting me
Pierce my hardened shell
I beg you
to
extract me
From this hell in which I dwell

I often dream this dream  
Surreal and quite sublime

Where the essence of my character
Transports to another time

Bonny hats
Crinoline

In my pocket sits a key

I stroll
out
into the garden

Wait by the old oak tree

Watch the boy approaching
From the distance on his mare

Close my eyes
Count to ten

Recite the lord’s great prayer

Soon he is upon me
I hand him now the key

And as I stare into his eyes
I see that the boy is
me

I don’t know what it means
But it tends to soothe the pain

Until the cycle

Fires up

Vitriolic rain

Pollutes my brain

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires


I start to scream
I start to shout
I know with them
I have no clout

We all go through the motions
We all have a part to play
I give a star performance
They know I’ll rue this day

Soon I’m bound and gagged
Contained within a cell

And if you listen very carefully
You’ll hear the sound of the

**Death Knell …
Bathsheba Oct 2010
I

Am

Hello's

Resident Messiah

Come nestle at my feet

Pay credence to my musings

Incorporate my heat

For I will lead you to the

Holy Land

Where only poets dwell

And

Maybe in the future

Like my ego

Yours will swell

Swell with self importance

Swell with fakery

With love

One collective consciousness

That

We can all be so

Proud

Of

.  .  .*


What a crock of ****
Bathsheba Feb 2011
Drink Me
I’m
Fabulous!

Let me trickle down your throat
And
As
I
Dull your senses
I’ll
Try
Hard
Not to gloat


Drink Me
I’m
Irresistible!

For I will cut you to the quick
You
Know
You
Can’t resist
You
Need
This ******* shallow fix


Drink Me
I’m
Delicious!

Welcome
To
The
Theatre of the Obscene
And
If
You play your cards just right
We can create
The
Most
Obscure
Of all

**Smoke Screens
Bathsheba Oct 2010
She’s not the sort that bares her soul

With tales of pain
With tales of woe

She contains the pain
She keeps it tight
It haunts her
Each and every night

She walks the walk
She talks the talk

She sometimes even has those thoughts

But …

What about me?

I’m
Trapped inside a prism
That floats inside her brain
Cuckolded as a passenger

Why can't I drive this train?

Is it fear that holds me back?
Will fear dictate
She stays on track

I think

And think …

And think …

  And think …

I sit here in the darkness
Watching through her eyes
Yearning for the moment
To be released from this disguise

You think that you all know her
Enchanted by her scent
Anyone would think
From the heavens she was sent

But ..

What about me?

No-one hears my voice
Because I’m weak and timid
I therefore
Have No Choice

Can’t you hear me screaming?
Boxed inside this cage
Suppression’s a necessity
When you can’t release the rage

I know she is my keeper
I know she keeps us safe from harm
I know she saved us being
Deported
to
The Funny Farm

But…

That was so very long ago
I now need
To smell the air
I need to taste the tulips
I need the wind to blow my hair
I need to drink fresh coffee
Eat doughnuts on the Pier
Indulge in Marmite sandwiches
Eradicate this fear

Please …

There, there little sweetie
Come rest your sleepy head
You’ve gotten overtired
I’ll tuck you up in bed

Your time will come, my sweet
But really not quite now
For you
would need to comprehend
The who, why, what & how

We made a pact
Remember …
In the summer of ‘79
That I will now protect you
From that wicked evil swine

There, there little sweetie
Let me wipe away those tears
I want to see you happy

I can internalize your fears

Little sweetie
Let me see the joy upon your face
Can you feel the love
I give
In this oh so warm embrace

Don’t worry little sweetie
I understand your pain
That is why
It is me
That will always drive this train

I will never ever desert you
I will always keep you safe from harm
This is why
It is
YOU
That always keeps her charms


You’re right
I’m kind of sleepy
You’re right
I need to rest my head
You’re right
I’m over tired

Please tuck me up in bed …
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Taunt   the   Blade

on

Naked   Skin

..

Soothe

Internal   Storms   Within

..

Slow

Release
..

Sustain

the

Thrill
..

As

Pleasure   Spreads


**..    Embrace   ..   Freewill   ..
Bathsheba Jan 2011
I waited long
I waited hard
I sunk real low
I used
The Bard
You tease
You taunt
You lure
You flaunt
But most of all
To me
You haunt
Unleash your soul
Tell the tale
Give me wind
Beneath my sails
For I am partial
To the gossips
Of wanton lustful fun
Come on guys
Bare your souls
Your secret should be spun !!!*

I'll never tell
of what went right
Where fireworks exploded
and we rocked the night
I'll not breathe a word
of lascivious acts
that went on unwarranted
that had us both on our backs
I won't whisper
a lie
I won't tell
and you won't cry
I'll not ever utter
that the earthquake
in Uruguay
was caused by an evening
of Outback fun
Take on an Aussie chick?
Well, be prepared to come undone

oppsss.... I told! UmAh!
Bathsheba Jan 2011
Father ….

As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it!

It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to.

So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been.

The husband that you should have been to your wife.

The father that you should have been for your children.

The man that you should have been to the world in which we live.

YOU  failed on all three points.

How does that feel Father?

Not too good eh?

Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me.

Now ….

Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your ***** …. Open your ******* eyes.

What do you feel?

What do you feel when you look at us?

When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our
Sunday Best and all.

Stuck for words eh Father?

What’s that ….

Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through.

It’s a start ….. I suppose!

Now ….

Let’s start with your wife.

Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity.

OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is
dead.

She could have had the look of a woman in mourning.

Distraught.

Inconsolable.

Desperate.

Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting!

Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed?

She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children.

If only things had been different.

We would have cared for her.

Soothed her troubled soul.

Kept her safe within the warmth of the family.

But alas …. There was never any ******* warmth ….. Was there Father?

So do you know what …..

When she is caught dancing naked in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my ******* head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin.

Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured?

You created her.

Moulded her.

Made her what you thought that she should be.

So ….. Reap the ******* benefits Father.

Now ….

Let’s look into the eyes of your children.

Oh ….. You see it too.

What a turn up eh?

Is it …..

Is it …..

Dare I say it?

Jesus ******* Christ.

CONTEMPT.

Oozing out of the pores of each and every one.

And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones?

Why …. They are your grandchildren.

But you never got to see them …. Did you Father?

They could have mourned your passing too?

But alas yet another generation denied.

By  YOU! …

And your unhinged madness!

If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow.

The fun that we all could have had.

Things could have been so different Father.

So different …..

LOOK ……

Can you see how close your children are?

Off course you can’t.

Because  YOU  destroyed that too!

What exactly was wrong with us getting on?

Why did it cause such fear in you?

Why was there always pleasure in pain?

Pure evil you were Father!

And you can wipe away those ******* crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father.

CUT   NO  ICE!

I know what you are about.

I have your score.

YOU  can never touch me.

I hold my own.

But  YOU

YOU  needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man.

To validate your own pointless existence.

Stop ******* crying.

You worthless *******.

We could have gone to the ….. Zoo!

We could have had …. Dinner!

We could have …. Holidayed!

We could have ….. Laughed!

We could have ….. Cried!

WE COULD HAVE BEEN ******* NORMAL !!!

You stone walled every opportunity.

Now …..

Look closely at the world in which you lived.

Look carefully at the prison that you created.

No outside influences.

EVER!

No one ever knocking at the door.

Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated  YOU  too!

You refused to even work.

Such was your level of jealousy.

She wasn’t ******* the:

Milkman

Postman

Coalman

Jehovah Witnesses

She wasn’t ….

But you were ….. Remember eh Father.

Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too.

*******  HYPOCRITE!

You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone.

And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us.

You were more than capable of working.

You were fitter than men twice your age.

Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime.

Shame on you Father!

Shame on you!

So …. Now we come to close.

And in summing up, I would like to say ….

Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big ******* lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in hell ….. and hopefully that dumb mute ***** of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first !

Goodbye Father  

*It's been a blast!
Bathsheba Oct 2010
The lonely little shepherd boy
Sat on the moonlit hill
Basking in the glory
Of the thrill
Of his first ****
First to die was father
Aborted in his prime
Next to die was mother
For ignoring all the signs

Cut them into pieces
Tossed them in a trunk
Had a cry
Waved goodbye
Until the ******* sunk
And sunk they did
There in that trunk
Erasing all Boy's fear
And
After it was over
Life’s mist began to clear

Saw his future beckon him

"Hurry now be quick
time is of the essence
we cannot miss a trick.
Gather up all your belongings
Meet me down the lake.
There are things we need to talk about.
Things we need to contemplate”


Boy was pretty nifty
Packed up all his bits
Raced down to the rendezvous
But left behind his wits

Along the way
Boy was plagued
With demons of self doubt

Whisper

Whisper

Whisper


Boy could not block them out

Wormed their way into his mind
Boy was fit to burst
Panic overcame him
Boy now thought that he was cursed
Reached deep into the hold all
Pulled out his father’s gun
Placed the barrel in his mouth
Killed his parent’s son

The lonely little shepherd boy
Died on that moonlit hill

Is there really such a concept as the notion of freewill?
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Girl*

Trapped in past reflections

Girl

Braiding up her hair

Girl

Dreams of *her
Prince Charming

Strapped

In

The

State Electric Chair


Take her back

Please

Take her back

Girl

Yearns to make amends

Girl

Cried

Girl

Lied

Girl’s

Mouth

Impli­ed




**A Soul Now Needs To Transcend
Bathsheba Jan 2011
Helen thought she’d have some fun
On this very special day
Slipped into her hiking boots
Trundled out to play
Along the way she met JP
Preaching to some dog (the four legged variety … lol)
Told him her intentions
Notes were duly logged
The plan
It seems
Was to escape
From the confines of the net
JP was now surveillance
He would eradicate the threat
Trapped inside
For years and years
So desperate to be free
Played a canny game
When they used the
“I’m mad … Insanity Plea!”
As they waited for the verdict
Raitch fed them Choccy Cake
Richard sat there laughing
“Guys this IS a big mistake”
“What do you think is out there
Do you think these folk are real
They do not care about you
There only in it for the thrill”
Raitch had heard enough
Punched him in the face
Told in no uncertain words
“The net is NOT your place”
Richard scuttled off
With his tail between his legs
Bumped into John Patrick
They then took up selling pegs!
Helen’s palms were sweaty
She could almost taste the breeze
She said her five hail marys
No longer would she tease
JP …  he sat all serene
Madder than Mad old Jack McMad
He had two pencils up his nose
Underpants positioned on his head
It was a funny sight
As I’m sure you folk can see
This is more than often the case
With your internet family
Hours passed like days
Then there came the loudest knock
Eliot breezed into the room
Silenced all into a shock
He said
“Hey guys
You can’t go out
I need to keep you here
For I am very lonely
See … my melancholy tears
I was abandoned at birth by my mother
Who ran off with a horse
Father couldn’t look at me
So … filed for divorce
As I wondered in the wilderness
Lost and all alone
I started writing poetry
I started building thrones
The biggest one
Was just for me
To sit and rule this land
I acquired all my subjects
The outside world was banned
So … please guys
Play the game
Accept the world in which we live
Please stay with me
Please play with me
And all that I can give”
Well … it pulled up all the motley crew
Who tried to escape from this regime
It made them all sit down and think
“He’s right
We are a team”
Helen wiped away a tear
Accepting of her fate
Realised now
The time was wrong
To circumnavigate
Maybe in the future
When she’s old and grey
She will have the courage
To rebel and not obey
But at the moment
Eliot needs her
Trapped inside the net
And that
My friend
Is where she’ll stay
It’s called a dead cert bet !!!

HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  TO  MY  LITTLE  FRIEND  FROM  DOWN  UNDER -
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Have you ever had those moments?

When all around is *still

And if you listen very carefully
It's life force you can feel
Assimilate with atoms
Whirl around in space
Archaic knowledge that has been
Always leaves a trace

Have you ever had those moments?

When you simply know
That you are one piece of a puzzle
United we will grow
Is the picture getting clearer
No?
Well then ...
Open up your eyes

Ignore the facts that you've been taught
Disrobe from main stream lies
For ...
The world is full of wonder
We should stand in awe
Embrace this new found freedom
Stop demanding more

Have you ever had those moments?

When you simply want to be
When you really finally comprehend
What it feels like
To be free
The grass you'll see takes on a hue
As never seen before

. . .

Please

Take my hand

Please

Walk with me

*There is much beauty to explore

. . .
Dedicated to D ... Wishing you well :)
Bathsheba Oct 2010
As I sit here in my kitchen
I watch my lover work

(Trying to fix the boiler!)

It is

Possible/Probable

That
He will very shortly
Go
Totally
Berserk!

Hoses
Drills  
Cables
Adorn the kitchen floor
But …
I have mischief on my mind
That will soon
Come to the fore

I sassy over slowly
Ask is he wants some tea?
We often play this silly game
Pretending …
That he has never before met

ME!

He is just a workman
He is purely trade
I am just a housewife
Desperate to get laid

I set his tea beside him
Run my fingers through his hair
Caress his manly muscles
I really do not care!
I do not care for etiquette
I do not care for rules
I only care to **** him
Here
Amongst his ***** tools
I know the game is on
When
Resolve walk out the door
I now possess the power
To drink from his liquid store
He is but a willing victim
So I start to make a show
Soon
It’s hell for leather
My gifts on him
I do bestow

I love this man with all my heart
I loved this man right from the start
My love for him is off the chart
I love my man
My  
Work of Art


When the job is over
When the tools are all packed up
When the job is over
He stops
Drinking from the cup

That’s the time he invoices
A bill needs to be rendered
I always pay up willingly
For my soul has long surrendered

I thank my ***** workman
This man
That sets my heart ablaze
Then
My ***** workman thanks me
For my wanton ways

I escort him of the premises
My love for him adorning
He smiles at me lovingly

That’s why

I’m easy

I’m easy like Sunday morning


... ~ ...
Just a silly little bit of daytime fun!
Bathsheba Dec 2010
In God we Trust
Don’t make me sick
I will not fall
For that cunning trick
I have an advantage
My mind is free
To search
To explore
This sham fallacy
JC is a fake
There to control
Suppress all your needs
If you enter his fold

But ..

You don’t fool me
With your pious act
Whiter then white
Whilst you’re flat on your back
Flat on your back
With the ***** down the road
Or the hiding the sausage
Before you explode
I cannot abide
This man in a frock
Who preaches the word
Like a babbling brock

So …

**** your *******
**** your lies
**** your hate
And all that underlies

For I am

THE  SHEPHERD

And …

I walk alone

I am a my own person

Not anyone’s

**CLONE
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Have you ever woke with the illusion?

Today you fuse the fusion?

Thus everything is sweet

But ….*

By the time

The sun goes down

Into your cage

You will retreat

Moments of lucidity

Plague the true validity

Of a mind maligned and broke

Quick …

Catch the Keeper of the Key

Omniscience for all to see

For this here life is   NOT   a joke

I

Poke

I

Choke

I sometimes Stroke

But all to no avail

The monkey chatter's constantly

In his universal veil

What to do?

Where to go?

How to fight his hold?

Maybe …

In another life

My existence will be told

I know you see my weakness

As a blanket

Safe and warm

But…

Have  YOU  been in monkey’s meadow?

When the bees begin to swarm?


H u m m i n g


B u z z i n g


H u m m i n g



Bedlam in my brain

Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train

Traversing peeling papers

Unconnected on the floor

I now accept what fate beholds me

I am but a prisoner of war

Please ….

Take my hand

Please …

Soothe my soul

Please …

Keep   ME   safe from  ME

And when I live my brand new life

I will be your devoted devotee

I will pick you flowers every day

Born of wild stock

We will live and love so merrily

Souls will interlock

And if you feel a little down

I will gently take your hand

Soothe your soul

Keep you safe

*In my silken meadowland
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Even in death his eyes sparkle iridescently.

I want to preserve his beautiful eyes.

I need to preserve his omniscient eyes.

Can you do that?

Who would I ask such a thing?

Would they think me mad?

Insane?

Who then?

The Doctor?

The Undertaker?

The Police?

I really don’t know?

They often say that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Well … you see … if they take his eyes, then how will he, be able to see into my soul.

My soul.

How?

He will be lonely.

So lonely.

I cannot let him be lonely.

Can I?

It’s so very cold in here.

I’ll just pop the fire on for a wee while.

Warm us both up.

Well be like toast, all cosy, all snug.

“Two peas in pod” that’s what he used to say.

He always made me smile.

Always.

And now …what?

He never bought me flowers.

Never.

Not once in 45 years.

Said he didn’t need to prove his love with gifts.

I loved him even more for that.

I was special.

I was his girl.

Tell you what …

I’ll put the kettle on; a nice hot brew warms even the coldest of hearts.

Tetley.

His favourite.

“Would you like some cheese on toast, dear?”

“No, well ok, maybe a bit later then”  

I must remember to put the bins out tonight.

I must remember to put the bins out tonight.

And cancel the milk.

Cancel the milk.

Must have everything in its rightful place.

Before I make the call.

The call …

**God give me strength.
Bathsheba Feb 2011
Round and round in circles

Trapped within our vibe

Never knowing what is real

I need to unsubscribe

But … how to go about it?

De-tangle from our mess

Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress?

I don’t think that that’s the answer

I want the onus just on me

Otherwise …  

I won’t progress … to a functional degree

That old fickle finger of fate

Ensnared me in its womb

Life passed by

Clipped wings did sigh

I never stopped to question

“WHY?”

Now my pain is open wide

I need to lay me down to die

Softly

Softly

Softly


Teeth clench around our cord

Extraction of my sanity

Will be my just reward

And

As I watch you whither

Stumble

Blinded in the dark

I’ll know the futures rosy

Because …

**I stepped up

I

Disembarked
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Oh God … please …. NO!

NO!

NO!

NO!


The last **** thing that I need right now is that ******* manic depressive poet writing yet another painfully boring trip down

MISERY  LANE

Oh …. How he loves his retrospective analysis.

Ok …. So you had it hard!

So what!

So ******* what!

You are not the only person on the ******* planet who had a **** upbringing.

Get over yourself!

You are beginning to bore your readers!

I honestly don’t think that I can bear any more self indulgent tales of abuse, segregation and bullying.

*It's just so

dernière saison.
Bathsheba Nov 2010
As I sit here in my

Ivory Tower

Holding the cards but none of the power

It dawns on me; why am I here?

Logic and reason just doesn’t seem clear


Cars, Holidays and Money do not mean a dot

Yet there’s envy in your eyes

You want what I’ve got

Do think that my kingdom is happy and gay?

Sun always shines

A life so divine

Well… you know the old saying…you know what they say

If you think it’s so great…walk in my shoes for a day


Tedious boredom
Fruit full fit to burst
Never a pleasure
Always a curse



So next time you crave my life

Dear Friend

Close your eyes tightly…pretend

And remember as you sit in my Ivory Tower

You’re holding the cards but none of the power.
Bathsheba Jan 2011
A corner of a room is a misguided place to cower in.

Bad move!

Especially after you have just had chicken chow mein styled into your hair.

You sit.

Transfixed.

You watch.

Catatonic.

Prawn ***** glisten like diamonds in the snow as they slide effortlessly down the peeling wallpaper.

Baby screams.

Baby screams relentlessly.

The stench of cheap beer perfumes the stagnant air.

You think to yourself

"Is this it?"

Then you remember

You remember ….

What the hell was her name?

It’s on the tip of your tongue ….

BANG !!!

Tina Smitherson

Once!

Just once ….


The one and only time he raised his hand.

She was gone.

Didn’t even look back.

And her so quiet and all ….

Oh ….how we tormented her.

Oh …. how we teased her.

BOO !!!

BOO !!!

BOO !!!


Away she ran like a frightened little mouse.

No friends.

No life.

Nothing.

A bona fide geek.

And yet ….

And yet … only once.

How was that possible?

Night turns to day.

You look around the room.

Chaos.

Filth.

Emptiness.


Taunt at you manically ….  in triplicate.

Baby sleeps peacefully in her makeshift cot.

Bruises red and angry.

Maybe today ….

Maybe ….


Then you reach down into your darkest resolve and open the cupboard beneath the sink.

Bin bags.

Detergent.

Dish cloths.

Dustpan and brush.


*“I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?”
Bathsheba Oct 2010
John Patrick Robbins
Needs to come home
But he is
Lost in the wilderness

Alone he doth roam

Come join with me
Come take my hand
We need him back
Let’s make a stand

Eliot …. Please I beg of you
Do not bade this fool adieu
He makes us laugh
He makes us cry

Set out your rules
He will comply


Just bring him home
Where he belongs
United we can
Sing his songs

Songs of love
Songs of woe
Songs of joy
Songs of
Hello


This man is such a splendid chap
Lost forever
Quick … Fetch the map
I’ll set out now
Hunt him down
Return to us

OUR   BELOVED   CLOWN
I am confident that our beloved clown will be back !!!
Bathsheba Feb 2011
I love your wicked disrespect

How you absconded and broke free

From the chains that tried to bind you

To the poets code for all eternity

You thought to hell with all that ****

I have my axe to grind

You cast aside the literary bonds

And no longer were you blind

Free you were to use the words

Whichever way you choose

Artfully awakened via the adrenalin  

You released your dormant muse

You do not play with words my friend

Your writes are real and not pretend

No descriptive flowery language here

No metaphors in pride of place

Should you run and hide under the nearest stone?

For being the modern day poets distasteful disgrace

So   …    **** the poet’s philosophies

They can shove them up their ****

I’ll take the lead from you my friend

Liberation from this fraudulent farce
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Like

a

Phoenix

From the ashes

He

Rose to claim his throne

~

People in glass houses

Should learn

Not to throw their

Stones

~

I would like to welcome back

And

Introduce

My

Brother

Jack
Bathsheba Feb 2011
Perusing poet’s pandemic prose
A question in my mind arose
Angst aside what have they got
Ill tell you friend
It’s not a lot
Excuses for the lives they lead
Plant the idea
Nurture the seed

Willing victims succumb to their charm
Understandingly
Unerringly
Blind to the harm
The harm of a contrived reality
Dressed up as spirituality
Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist
Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist

Hurt worn as a badge of pride
Careful it’s not misapplied
Lest they see your
Jekyll and Hyde
Wary what’s put out in rhyme
Slowly ******* you in
One at a time

Once the carrot is gobbled up
Once they drunkest from the cup
No holds barred
The game is on
Universally singing the same old song

This life I lead has ****** me dry
Left me often wondering why
Life lived only on the edge
Carefully honouring the kudos pledge
Passion intense is
Their line of defence
Bruised and battered
Tattered and torn
Eternally waiting for life to return

So…Readers beware of the poets lure
Their chosen words are not the cure
This Forum is their new aged lair
In shadows waiting to ensnare
Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair

You’re a fragile soul
With a fragile life
And they will wield their pen
Like a well butchered knife

So please… do not believe that you are The One
You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun
Be very careful of all fakes and fraudsters who operate on Poetry Sites !!!
Bathsheba Sep 2010
I
Found
The
Belladonna
In Nana’s bedside drawer
I slipped some in my pocket
To even up a score
Later
He came knocking
With that smirk upon his face
Yet another ****** night of being
Defiled
and
Debased

My
Lovely
I
Call
My wicked
Ways are always here
Taking you for granted
Having my way
Because
There is
Nothing
You
Can do


I set the scene
In such
An
Alluring
Seductive
Way

Fool

Thought I was finally coming out to play

Incense swayed
Candles burned
He drank the drink
Then
Tables turned

Vermillion visions slice through the stagnant air
Cleansing me of
Ignorance
Naivety
Despair

She doesn't know
That bottle of wine
That
We
Drink
That her
Glass
Holds
A Cyanide pill

So

This smile

She thinks
Is
For
seduction

Hides

The plans
In
My
Head


Something’s not quite right  
I have a
Strange sensation
Why am I experiencing
Hell
Fire
&
Damnation

Evil starts to slither on my heated skin
Maybe he just slipped me a ***** Mickey Finn?

Feeling now bedeviled  
I take another sip of wine
Bachus sits there laughing
Regal and divine

Where did this migraine come from?
But I am here laughing
As she drinks her fall
****, I feel sleepy

Could she have?
No!
She wouldn't be that shrewd
Women can't out think a man
So she smiles with me
Rubbing her eyes

I ask her to dance
It will be her last dance


I sense strong arms caress me
Music fills the air
Fluidity of movement
Lays my soul stark bare

I beseech the cold dark eyes of this man that I abhor

As

We

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

.
.
.

Concertina to the floor
Bathsheba Nov 2010
M’lud
I stand before you
Contained within this dock
The night I was arrested
I can tell you
Was a shock!

Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors
Because?… I say it as it IS

This is the crime
I’m guilty of
By the …

Poetry Police

Another one that irks them so
Is because I write in rhyme
They think that they are clever
That extended is

Divine

I would like to

                        exercise

                                     my

                                           freedom

                        Wield

                                   my

                                           pen
                              
                          Just

                                  as

                                        I

                                            please


M’lud
Take pity
On this soul
Who pleads
On bended knees

For … there is much room in the pantry
For us all to get along
For … there is much room in the pantry
To sing our different songs

Songs of different cultures
Songs of unrequited love
Songs of just plain nonsense
Songs yet to be dreamed of

M’lud
I now beseech you
Appeal for your support
Pay credence to my musings
Throw this case
Straight out of court
For the greater man
Will walk alone
When his backs against the wall
The greater man
Will stand alone
In any port of call

For he has the inner knowledge
He has free rein of his mind
He understands complexities

Eyes       are       no       longer       blind

Blind to prepaid formulas
Rules they set in stone
Please protect poetic liberty

For … I will never be a clone



CASE WAS DISMISSED AND THE JUDGE SANCTIONED THAT ALL POETS FROM NOW ON WILL BE PROTECTED BY THE POETIC LIBERTY ACT 2010
Bathsheba Dec 2010
Rob the ***’s an ignorant man
Ill educated
Illiterate
A
chancer’s dripping pan

The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic *****
He entrapped her as his prisoner
So men could not gaze at her no more

Within a month
A life was spawned
Up the aisle they did flee
This is
my friend
Just the start
Of the
???????? dynasty

Deserted by their families
Cast out
To breed alone
Rob was dictatorial
A king upon his throne

No longer would she work for Smedleys up the road
Her life to now be governed by her husband’s crazy code

First came a boy  “1”
Followed by a girl  “2”
Followed by a girl  “3”
Followed by a girl  “4”
Followed by a girl  “5”
Followed by a boy  “6”
Followed by a boy  “7”

Now “I” stand in this pecking order
somewhere at the top
The inheritance of madness
Nobody can stop
The boys were brainwashed daily
Taunted with being gay
Withdrawal kicked in very quick
And with them it did stay
The girls were ****** and *****
Irrespective of attire
Educated so very young to
Suppress
all natural desires

After the birth of the firstborn
Rob decided to no longer work
His job was in the house now
In shadows he would lurk
Rules and regulations
Beaten with a stick
Quite an achievement really

FOR    A    MAN    SO    *******    THICK

Do you remember No1?
How you practised with your fists
Smashed his ******* head in
Til he was shrouded in a mist
He wore 4 jumpers every day
Because you told him he was puny
Are you proud of your inheritance?
You raving ******* loony

Note: No1’s best friend turned out to be a *******
but that’s a whole new chapter



Do you remember No2?
What happened when she was seven?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right
The truth lies in the vaults of heaven
She cut a blackbird’s head off
And danced with manic glee
You created all of us
One great big ****** up family
Proud?

Note: No2 ended her marriage after falling in love with
her 15 year old baby sitter



Do you remember No3?
How you decided she was loose
So she crawled inside a bottle
of alcoholic juice
Every day she went out thieving
just to feed her habit
Rob do you remember the day that
you made her eat her rabbit?
Could not put down roots
So roamed from town to town
Keeping her head above the sewer
For fear that she might drown

Note: No3 is happy and leaves the past in the past where
it belongs ... for now



Do you remember No4?
That must have been some job
for her to have been sectioned so many times
When you stand before your maker
Will you admit
to all of your crimes?
Or will you shrivel up?
Try to pass the buck?
Well … listen up here Rob
You’re running out of ******* luck

Note: No4 is now living with another fellow loony and
trying to normalise her existence



Do you remember No5
The girl now thinks that every man is a *******
Can you imagine anything that really is more vile?
You turned the girl into a cunning compulsive liar
Lost forever behind the shield of the constant surface fire
Are you proud of all your children?
Does your heart not swell with pride?
Is this what you envisaged?
On that day you took your bride

Note: No5 is on the lookout for a rich farmer to impregnate
her so that she can live of off his money



Do you remember No6
Oh yes, of course, he lives on the same estate
But he won’t give you the time of day
Is it time yet to contemplate?
He keeps his family separate
Tries to keep them pure
Antidote was easy
Separation from you was this man’s cure
Feeling any guilt yet?
Shame for what you’ve done?
Or do you still think that we are all *******
Each and every one

Note: No6 lives on happily with his family and has
had no contact for 15 years ... for now



Do you remember No7
The 7th child of the 7th child
Now where do I begin?
Fed him sweets and biscuits
Smirking with that evil grin
Kicked him out the house all day
Come the rain or shine
No wonder that he ended up
With a mind that’s much maligned
Paranoid
Delusional
This man was surely worth a punt?
But not by you
Apparently
You
****** up ******* ****

Note: No7 continues trying to slay the dragon and is more
grounded due to the love of his son



So ******* Rob and **** your ways
I will hate you til the end of days
You had no right to **** up the lives
Of your children
Or your ***** of a wife
And when you die
When the time is right
When Beelzebub has you in his sight
That’s the point the cork will blow
Time slows down and you will know
Your wicked ways were not a given
You will never ever be forgiven
Into the bowels of hell you’ll burn
To late for lessons to be learned


**ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
This poem has become deeply personal to me because as a consequence of penning this ..... my loving parents decided in their wisdom to divorce me and my brother Jack .... Oh ... how we laughed !!!
Bathsheba Dec 2010
I cautiously peep out the bedroom window and immediately spy snow.

More snow!

****!

I have already been trapped inside this house for five days now and I am beginning to get serious cabin fever. Something has to break and it has to break soon. As I stand here I am strangely mesmerised by these fanciful flakes as they fall seductively over a garden that has long since been abandoned.

The garden itself is actually heaving a huge collective sigh of relief at all this unwanted attention. Someone or something has finally acknowledged its hidden existence after so many many long years of neglect. The garden is stirring; there is a new vibrancy in the air, an unknown quality has begun to tease and tantalise the remains of a life once lived.

It’s funny the things that you notice when you have too much time on your hands. The old derelict outhouse, for instance, forsaken since Freddie left back in ‘72 takes on an almost ethereal quality. Gossamer threads subtly woven together now delicately frame and highlight his old stomping ground with a wicked wildness and urgency.

I must close the curtains and return.
Return to what?  

“Right …. stop your maudlin girl, time is only relevant now, remember that, always.”

I slowly walk through to the front parlour and collapse into the battered old fireside chair. It stills my beating heart. I so love to read and interpret the intricate patterns stitched so expertly into the very fabric of its soul. I have a very vivid imagination and can spend hours recreating different scenarios courtesy of my patterns.

My patterns.

Sometimes for example I imagine a paddock full to bursting point of millions and millions of tiny black spiders. Each one hell bent on weaving the perfect and foolproof web. Millions of eyes darting here and darting there. Cautious of their peers. Always cautious. Consumed and driven with the need to spin. Their seedy beady eyes are very dark and very seductive. It is a rather a frantic scenario, I grant you, but it does sort of lend itself a certain amusement.
Honest!

Another one that amuses me is the one that involves ‘The Butcher’, should I go on? Ok I will. Well, initially I was unsure until that one bright spring morning when it finally showed itself. Cheeky really! Actually, funnily enough it was just after the last heavy snowfall, what some three years back now. I was sitting down eating a particularly nice plate of kippers when it just jumped out at me. I can honestly say that I do not know where it appeared from but appeared it did none the less.
Quite shook me up really.

There he stood (The Butcher) in all his glory, in all his garb, with the biggest meat cleaver this side of the county. There was blood a plenty. Dripping of his face. Dripping of his hands. Dripping of his arms. I guess you get the picture. I laugh now, off course, but not initially. He also has these big huge bulbous eyes and a squashed boxer’s nose. And if this is not scary enough, at his feet are the remains of the entire cemetery of Standfield. All in various different stages of putrification.
Nice!
Bones and flesh merge and spurge forming a sea of rotting corpses. One huge heaving mass writhing at the filthy ***** feet of The Butcher. It makes me smirk!

I glance at the clock on the mantelpiece. That can’t be right. It says that it’s nearly 2pm. How can that be?  I have only just sat down and I know that when I woke up and peeped out of the window it was just after 5am. Strange! Still, I guess the clock has simply stopped and maybe needs re-winding, that’s all. I’ll sort it out later. These things are sent to test us, aren’t they?  
Been happening a lot of late.
Bless.

“Oh, that’s right listen to Freddie and not me. What’s new? This is all so ****** pointless. How dare you ask me my opinion if you are not actually interested in the response? Why bother? Look Freddie, I know it’s not your fault but you do so enable the old fool. How about supporting ME for a **** change? Look at me Freddie, not HIM, look, what do you see? It’s ME Freddie, open up those blind eyes of yours. I am here. I am real. Touch me Freddie. Please, please ….”

The clock strikes six times. Six! Does that mean that it is now six in the evening or is it six in the morning? I feel confused. I don’t like the snow. It scares me. Reminds me. I do not want to be reminded because I live in the here and the now. Now is all that is relevant to me. Time is only relevant now, see I remembered!

I attempt to stand up from the battered old chair but immediately collapse back down into it. Defeated. The curtains have not been drawn correctly in the front parlour and I can see through the tiny gap straight into the garden. A winter wonderland assaults my eyes. I try to shut it out. It is bearing down on me. I am struggling. I am struggling to breathe now. My heart is pounding and desperately trying to escape from my body.  What shall I do?  Help me? What, you think that this is funny. How? What part of a fellow human being having breathing problems is actually funny, prey tell? That’s right then, pretend it’s not happening. Maybe it will go away ….. just like Freddie did.
Bathsheba Oct 2010
Mother thought the time was right
Packed her bags
Prepared the flight

Yet as she wandered round the house
Oh so quiet as a mouse

Wasted years came flooding back
**** near knocked her off her track

It made her stop
It made her think

A lifetime of a man and drink*

Does she dare?

Does she care?

Did she care?

Will she dare?


The door it does a beckon
But …
Mother’s rooted to the spot
The fear of life without him
On the landscape is a blot
Tiny steps are needed
As courage takes a dive
Mother’s slowly disappearing
A ghost that’s barely still alive

Room to room she wanders
Trapped in a bygone age
Dreaming of a life not lived
Outside her unlocked cage

Mother starts a doubting
Thinks …
That now’s too late
Thinks …
Who would really want her now?
She’s old
She’s overweight

Best years are behind her
Buried in his years
Mother’s dreams are fading fast
Soon …
They completely disappear

*Mother thought the time’s not right
Unpacked her bags
Cancelled the flight

And as she wandered round the house
Oh so quiet as a mouse

The wasted years come flooding back …
Bathsheba Jan 2011
The balance is wrong
It’s all out of sync
I don’t know what to do?
I don’t know what to think?
Slowly so slowly
It faded away
Until all that was left
Was this pale shade of grey?
Monotonous faces
Silently scream
Monotonous faces
Forever chasing the dream
Existence is futile
Humility’s dead
The time is now right
To lay down your sweet head
No pain will you feel
As this is not real
An illusion created
To encompass the thrill
Take stock
Of this life
As you drift and depart
Secure in the knowledge
Of the
State of the Art
Dedicated to Helen ... sorry it's a bit depressing ... lol -:)
Bathsheba Oct 2010
I slowly walked into the Boardroom

Silence

You could here a pin drop

Silence

Locked the door behind me

Silence

Opened up my tatty briefcase

Silence

Pulled out two Beretta 93R automatic pistols

Silence

Chaos


Corporate ******* annihilated
Bathsheba Jan 2011
Does part of your confusion?
Arise from the contusion?

Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist?

Why hold back?
What’s pain?
Just black
A void
In which to switch!

We both know that you can’t touch me
In the fortress of my mind
For only I control the drawbridge
Vermin’s
More than often blind

squeak
squeak
squeak
              
“Please let me in.
I have some wares to sell.
I’ll cross your palm with silver.
No secrets will I tell”


Little mouse
Go away
Go back where you belong

We all know the germs you carry
We all know that they are wrong

YOU

Tout yourself as honest

YOU

Tout yourself as pure

But just beneath the surface
In the sewers

YOU

DO LURE


Lure the unsuspecting
Lure the barely formed
Punting pretence of perfection
Salivating salacious scorn

“But … please Miss.
Hear me out.
You have me oh so wrong.
I'm just like all the other Joes.
Lost and all alone.
The mistake that I made was in telling you.
Thoughts inside my head.
On reflection.
Now.
I realise.
They were better off not said”


Little louse
It is too late
For your motives are plain to see
Time to move on
Time to move out

**Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
Dedicated to Helen .... no apologies this time ... lol -;)
Bathsheba Jan 2011
What

is

Madness?


Prey tell?


If it is not

a

Ball and Chain

tethered

to a


**PATRIARCHAL  FIGUREHEAD?
Bathsheba Feb 2011
WOMEN

I cast you out for pandering your ***

WOMEN

You are shameful

On you

I gift this hex:

If you need to be the object of manly gratification
If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation
Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation
A vessel pure and simple for man’s *******


WOMEN

You are worthless

**** upon my shoe

Read between the lines my friend

Figure out the *clue


For it is in here somewhere

Deep within this write

Nothing's ever as it seems

Nothing's black and white

WOMEN

Does a bloke walk round?

With his ***** hanging out?

Does he emphasize his testicles?

Does he bandy it about?

I think you know the answer

Just stop and use that brain

Then maybe in the future

Equality will rightly be reclaimed

But all the time you flaunt your ****

****** you ***** in their face

You, my friend

To the sisterhood

Are a ******* skanky **** disgrace

Wake up and smell the Costa

For conditioning is wrong

You need to understand

You cause The Cause to be prolonged

This is my stand

I hold my own

I’m never fazed

By stick nor stone

For I know deep within my heart

The value of my worth

I will never sell my principles

For merriment or mirth

*So … please …. just take a moment

To digest

The words within this write

Unharness faux benevolent blinkers

Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right
Bathsheba Nov 2010
Out today

To buy some plates

Nought to my liking

I’m in a terrible state!

Stuck behind

a

Renault Espace

‘Yummy Mummy’ (sticker)

In pride of place!

It piqued my interest

So …. I had a peek

‘Yummy Mummy’

What a cheek!

A face that looked like a sicked up bun

Could only

ever

be

loved

By this

Wobbler’s Mum

Oh my God

It made me laugh

“Cover up those warts,

hey, borrow my scarf”


What would posses this creature from hell?

To create the illusion

That she was a swell

Does she not realise

That we all have eyes?

A priest would think twice

Before he baptised

You would cross the road

To avoid this face

Yet …. She’s out in the public

What a ******* disgrace!

Next to her sat a fat baby pig

Dressed up to the nines

Methinks …

“It’s time for a cig …”

As I inhale

I look up to the sky

Apply too much gas

“Oh **** … I might die!”

I slam on the brakes

But alas

It’s too late

No time for reactions

No time for debates

Crash

Bang

Wallop


Straight into the rear

The car is a write off

There is trouble

I fear

As I gather my thoughts

This creature appears

Bedraggled and angry

Piglet’s in tears!

I try my best to calm her down

Soothe her wobbly bits

But she is all a bother

Piggy’s got the *****!


So … I look up and down the road

See … I know the drill



Just one simple gentle push

‘Yummy Mummys’

Over the hill!

Now …. Don’t you go a worrying?

Piglet

is

Safe and secure


I toss old squeaker in the boot

Start on my new detour

Soon I’m home and fired up

It’s time to raise the heat

Piggy will be spit roast

Sweet juices will secrete

Apples are gently cooking

Tatties are crisp and just done

I invite the neighbours over

For some summer bbq fun

Old Man Rodgers sits on his chair

Tucking

into

Porkpie’s arm

Lucy Lee the ******

Gobbles with old aged charm

We had a laugh that breezy day

Love was in the air

We danced naked round the spit roast

With abandonment

No care


Soon the feast was over

There was nothing left but bones

We tossed them in the wishing well

With the rest of the unknowns

**So next time you get an inkling

That you’re a ‘yummy’ or a ‘babe’

Be careful where you drive my friend

For your life’s about to fade

Fade into the darkness

Along with all the rest

Please pay attention to these words

For this is my last bequest

— The End —