What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

This is a thought without a face,
A message to our human race,
A verse of comfort and good hope,
Despite all the terrorist folk,
In spite of druggies and their dope,
The world is not coming to an end,
Onwards one humanity shall wend,
A voice of hope for us, do you ken,
Alone, but never lonely in the world,
To the humans, from an ******* girl,
It may be the end of an era,
But grace may be coming nearer,
The world is not coming to an end,
Onwards, one humanity does wend......






















































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This is a thought without a face,
A message to our human race,
A verse of comfort and good hope,
Despite all the terrorist folk,
In spite of druggies and their dope,
The world is not coming to an end,
Onwards one humanity shall wend,
A voice of hope for us, do you ken,
Alone, but never lonely in the world,
To the humans, from an ******* girl,
It may be the end of an era,
But grace may be coming nearer,
The world is not coming an end,
Onwards, one humanity shall wend......

Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to shine on Earth here,
For all the folk down under, my dears,
Let angels pray for mendicants on charities and welfare,
For druggies and  their dealers, somewhere,
For these folk, not much Christmas cheer,
Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to pray for Peace on Earth this year,
Please guide wise leaders, our buccaneers,
Towards Peace on Earth, all of us, to steer,
For all humanity, angels pray, my dears,
Lord, bless us with a wing and prayer.

I reflect, as I am turning sixty-two,
This I've learnt in life's so-called school,
A woman must live by her own rules,
What does self-determination mean to you?
What is an example of these rules?
Well, don't cook if you don't want to,
Collect lots of take-away menus,
Or, indeed, microwave food,
No need to do what you don't want to,
What does self-determination mean to you?
Find something else  you'd like to do!
This I've learnt in life's so-called school,
A woman must live by her own rules!!!

Back to school, no way!
After school, there's holidays,
Now we're old, sere and grey,
We're never going  to school dances again!

Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!
Time to get the breakfast on!
Little Johnny likes to cook,
No, he is no wussy sook,
He is cooking in his apron,
Yes, thirty pieces of bacon!
Johnny decides this is bliss,
As he gives his empty plate a kiss,
But Johnny now has cholesterol, you see,
That was yum, time for tea,
Now he's eating thirty chocolates, prithee,
All gone, Johnny has cholesterol and diabetes!!!!!!
Yes, Little Johnny is heading for obesity!!!!!!

What is a bad habit?
Overthinking will do it,
So does participation,
In emotional manipulation,
Totally bad habits,
Overthinking does it!

Here is the ballad of Web MD,
Self-diagnosing terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

Let's do our own diagnosis,
Teach yourself self-hypnosis,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

Let's sing our ballad of  MD,
Sure we've got terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

That was the ballad of Web MD,
What are today's self-diagnosis,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have a problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: they didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am  heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
On a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't ****, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading......

If the world was run on barter,
Free trade would be our charter,
We could trade in hypocrisy,
Racism, cant and war's futility,
To barter off for a kindly face,
And peaceful ways for the human race,
Lay down all weapons, for grace,
Peace armies to take their place,
If we could run the world on barter,
Those trades would be our charter.......

I do ponder on Aristotle,
In  these groves of golden wattles,
Was Aristotle on the bottle?
"What is beautiful?" he asked,
He set us such a puzzling task,
How to define beautiful?
Maybe, things inspirational,
Or, indeed, something admirable,
A pretty verse, so lyrical,
Or scenery beautiful,
Or a woman, lovable,
Maybe it is a life of harmony,
Are these beautiful, prithee?
Excellent question, Sir Aristotle,
Maybe I should hit the bottle.

Hello, I'm invisible,
From my thoughts,
Indivisible,
Essence I sought,
Hello, I'm invisible, a wraith,
Being invisible can be great,
Round corners I can see,
I am quite imaginary,
I travel all over for free,
Being invisible rates,
Hello, I'm invisible. Great!

What is the best idea I've ever had?
Well, I made an essay template for likely lads,
So they would always be number one,
Their scholastic life has just begun,
Then I designed an adage,
Whatever happens,  I manage,
I designed a motto,
As I don't drink, nor get blotto,
"Good day to be alive, now smile!"
I'll invent something else, in a while!
So, what is the best idea you've ever had?
Let's all share, lassies and lads!

Between the stars,
There are particles afar,
Between dreams for each,
Ghosts appear beyond reach,
Between flames a'glow,
Sparks fly for us, we know,
Between shadows and light,
We're all shades in the night,
Between water and air,
Mists can form anywhere,
Between notes and song,
Music can linger along,
Between breaths that meet,
We share kisses so sweet,
It's between you and your next wife,
Time you got a life!

Between the brothers, sad tale,
Sibling rivalry did not fail,
Their fractured world of damaged hearts,
Only death could tear them apart,
Quite symbiotic and sick,
Both obsessed with their own blip,
Yes, it was a sad brotherly tale,
Their sibling rivalry never failed......

Beware the flooded roads,
Don't drive in that overflow,
You won't drive into a bushfire,
why drive into that watery mire,
Beware, there's danger there,
Some don't listen, it appears,
Washed away in the floods,
Beware, beware, that's far enough,
Beware, beware, my man,
Don't drown yourself in a tin can!

Beware, ambition!
So-called politicians,
Have you got enough super yet?
You'll never get poverty, by heck!
What are you doing today?
Like job creation, let's say?
Beware, ambition,
So-called politicians,
We all get to  vote,
We'll cast aside your yoke,
Beware, ambition,
And fear oppressions,
So-called politicians.....

Some G.P.'s are full of blip,
All they do is write scripts,
For whom, get my drift?
Is it all Big Pharma's cash cow,
Take two of these, who cares now?
Why not poisoned jellybeans?
Isn't Big Pharma acting mean?
Been to the G.P.'s cash cow scene........

What is in  your best interests, gals?
Find some like-minded pals,
Always look at the big picture,
Usually, nothing happened, the fixture,
Always look after your best interests, gals,
Find some like-minded pals........

Here's some advice for you,
From a friendly ghost for ghouls,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
It's like death and taxes,
Nothing surer in your synapses,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!

Let's raise a bitter glass,
Football's here at last,
And that's not all,
Teams do crowds enthrall,
From a victory,
****** defeat, you see,
No flag again this year,
Bitter glass, my dears,
Football's finally a'loose,
Pour that glass of bitter juice!

Yes, it was a hot day for a black wedding,
I swapped my life for a golden ring,
I did not check those sinister omens,
As I volunteered to change my cognomen,
All our families, garbed in black,
Once hitched, there was no turning back,
A fateful dark matrimonial,
Indeed, a disastrous ceremonial.
'Twas already a dim bleak wedlock,
Nuptials in black was a shock,
So much for my late spouse,
Yelling at me to clean his house,
Is biology destiny? I used to ask,
Is housework only a woman's task?
Once, I swapped my soul for a golden ring,
Yes, it was a hot day for black wedding.
(Tough!).

At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags like me are basically resilient, you see,
I've had 700 billion lovers, it seems,
Plus or minus 10%, is that how you deem?
Contemplation on such matters makes me giggly!
Yes, quite blasé about hyperbole,
You're wasting your time, quite definitely!!!

It's up to you if you place rinse in your hair,
Phony blondes think they're debonair,
They're buying chemicals, who cares?
Blonde ambition, bit passé, my dears?

I wash your clothes anyway,
A poet must have her say,
I've got the giggles again,
I'm on my own thought train,
Your bloomers are on the moon,
"Thank you' should be your tune......

Bombs in the Bibliotheque!
What is meant by that, by heck!
On each line, it's like a college,
Every word a weapon of knowledge,
A library is a lucky dip,
Read new authors, that's the tip,
A good book is a trove of treasure,
Reading is a mine of pleasure,
So, off to the library, let's cheer,
For learned bombs in the Bibliotheque!

What was that you wanted, dear?
I'm busy reading away in here,
Bookworms munching through the pages,
Words in print, creating stages,
A writer must read and write alone,
Get someone better on your phone,
What was that you wanted, dear?
Move on, I'm  busy reading here......

Look, the Church of Bourbonology, dears,
Look, all the faithless at the bar over here,
Bit tough on their wives and kids, my dears,
Time for the Church of Bourbonology, cheers!
Years, absolutely, my dears!

I listened to promises from a drunk,
"Bourbon Talking," I should have thunk,
The day passed, the weeks concluded,
I tried to work out who was deluded,
Waiting for red herrings,
The months and years were ending,
Decades rolled by, one day,
I realised he should be at AA,
Not so comical,
The vocab. was lyrical,
Centuries passed, millennia concluded,
The world exploded, universe imploded,
Worked out who was deluded,
Now for tradies, through phone books, I go walking,
So, girls, never listen when it' s "bourbon talking!!!"

This is an ode about boys,
Of any age, we're the toys,
The meat market boys make,
They're all a mad as snakes!