What will
This year
Bring 2025
Will it be
A good year
For Our species
To survive.
This animal
Called human
Needs conflict
And love,
Stars are crying
For humanity
In that space above.
Misery and happiness
Apart they shall be torn
In this year 2025
A new year is born.

Shoes are soulless
Void of pace
My time nearly up
In this human race.
For many a year
I’ve
Been hiding
behind a
fruitless face,
Can’t keep up
There’s no
more chase,
My next stop
the cemetery
and
this
will
Be
My final
resting
Place.

You have no sight
But beautiful eyes
Your sunshine mind
Your elegant poise
Counteracts that
You can’t hear noise
I love you
So very much so
When we make love
Everything’s fruitful
With tender touch.

Everyone in
poetry land
That have
Read my
Doggerel
Rhymes
Wish you all
A happy new year
Enjoy this winter time.

Twist in the tale
Of old mother Hubbard
She went from a mansion
To living in a cupboard
All those children she
Didn’t know what to do
She downsized again
And Took residency
In an oversized shoe.
Humpty Dumpty
Became her lover
With his wealth
She began to recover.
With All her children
Behind in tow
Up the property ladder
She would go.
She Brought an orphanage
Where her children
Would grow.
Humpty and Hubbard
Had a wonderful life
They actually
Did it became
Man and wife.

Yippee I’ve won
The lottery
Picked some numbers
Now out of poverty.
Buy a big mansion
Buy a Rolls Royce
Let’s have a big party
Let’s ******* rejoice.
Buy a big jet
Sights to see
Attract beautiful
Women
just right
For me
Spend spend spend
That’s what I did
Unfortunately
For me
I had only
won
Twenty quid.

Two twins were born
One summer morn
There names are
Morphine and happiness
Morphine was good
Happiness bad
Morphine was happy
Happiness was sad
Morphine was clever
Happiness thick
Morphine was well
Happiness sick
Morphine died
Happiness cried
And faded away