We kissed in the playground,
I remember your blonde hair
Being boldly eight and we were just the same,
Now I don't remember your name

Asking old friends of a time since lost,
Memories I'd love to have back now, at any cost
Innocence was a sanctity now craved by most elders,
Of a time long gone, where nobody told us

I pushed you in the park, to the floor then on the swing
We laughed about our larks, not caring of such things
Our parents said we had to be home by six,
Oh to have those days back, that stumbled into teenage kicks

For we don't see what we had in the palm of our hands,
A light smack on the *** for filling her wellies with sand
Such purity of mind that is now long in the tooth
To have those days back, yes,
Memories of Youth

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

We all have that friend
Who drives you around the bend
That says that they can have anyone in the bar
But ends up asleep in the back seat of your car
Often a brag to what they have done
And thinks the world revolves around their stories of fun
Whose delicate touch can make some girls quiver
But also their brashness can send them a shiver
For that friend is often a case in the making
Whose head needs turning away from this faking
Now look in the mirror and tell me it's not you
As that friend is a lie so please just be true

JJB

Sometimes I don't think she'll ever know, how much I really love her
The toil, the troubles, the mess I unravel, yet still, she is amazing,
I must concur
Her attention, and not to mention, her time always spent on,
Making sure that all must go well
The lump that I am, she could have thrown in the can, but stayed to make sure I survived
As the big day grew closer, I'm so glad that I chose her, to be my wife and today my bride
For we've been through so much together, and it's certainly been some life
I'm so glad I can say that you are my one,
my only,
My wife
❤️

Thank you Dee X

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

I don't mean to be rude or blunt,
but ship up or ship out,
and stop acting the **!

JJB