Waking from my coma
A life now changed from one silly misnomer
***** bag attached to a catheter
And to now carry my daily output
It's what is known as a permanent stoma

JJB

Just when did this time come, when it seems so apparent
As we were never self taught, by our guardian or our parent
That at some point it may look a mess
And from what we now see online, it's a something to address
Even in shops, such as Superdrug and Boots
It's on the man shelf, to shave how it should suit
As now the wife is comparing, to what she has seen in ****
We have never been so careful, not even cutting the front lawn
And it's not a point I'd like to take up with my local barber
I think I'll keep it to myself, a secret I can easily harbour
As who's going to know if we keep a big old bush
I'll just keep it as it is, as I'm in no manscape rush

JJB

Okay,
so pour me another and say that again?
Billions of people believe in a myth
A tale
A story
A fear to make them scared and tense
A belief with no actual evidence
A God so different to everybody else, starting war without sitting on the fence
And you want me to believe this?
Okay,
Pour me another and say that again...

JJB

This is a poem to the woman of whom I spoke
My words often inspire her, but sometimes make her choke
As we leave on a sad day from Sandy Conservative Club
He was a one and only, her sibling, her Thom, her bruv
Most of the poems I write should be deleted or thrown into a hole
But some words of encouragement are gratefully greeted,
and for this, I thank you Doll.

A Love of Letters

JJB