Look at this, on April the Fourth,
A man torched his Porsche in Ringwood North,
Now, that is a headline to read,
Why did he torch his Porsche, indeed?
Well, for insurance, obviously,
So, he's in the manure, prithee,
Poor fellow got sprung, you see,
I do admire rhymes in literacy!

***--spell it as you like, any way,
His team played again today,
How do they lose so consistently,
Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory,
Now there's melancholia and doom,
He sulks alone in his empty room,
Ritual disembowelment of male gloom,
"Off to drown yourself, dear,"
"Never mind, one week at a time, cheers!"
"Yes, another rebuilding year!"
I can talk football too, my dears!

Read all about it, prithee,
This is Dr. Who's love for thee,
Boy didn't meet girl, indeed,
Boy made android,
Made love to girl celluloid,
Quite ******* for he,
No questions asked by she,
One for the Dr. Who society!

Here in my old lady's den,
I retreat and reflect, do you ken?
I can hide from everyone,
Introversion can be fun!
I scribble verse s I meditate,
I close the door and welcome faith,
Shhhh! Pray in silence, as our Bible sayeth!

On Father's Day, we pause,
Reflect on our dad, with cause,
A stoic, smiling, gentle man,
A gift to any woman,
But brave, a digger,
He beat the ****, ripper,
Our land is free,
Because of the brave, you see,
Let's celebrate dads and liberty!

Do you cry in movies?
Tear-jerkers can be groovy,
Emotional catharsis, yes,
Well-acted tragedies, no less,
So, movies explore being human,
I guess time stands still no man.......

My computer rests on a desk,
This old desk is the best,
My mum bought it in 1965,
My dad painted it while he was alive,
Still wears the original paint,
Couldn't replace it, that would taint,
A family heirloom,
In my bedroom,
Yes, my old desk.
Is definitely the best!