Never caring
When the
Cold wind blows
Always stalwart
Forever bad
Your my witch
My
Stalingrad.
Your my backbone
Never to be shot
Your my witch
From Salem lot.
Mind so sharp
You have no heart
A hoard of
Werewolves
Couldn’t tear
Us apart
The problem was
We did not forsake
So they  made a fire
And Burnt us
on a wooden stake

Playing bowls
On a green rink
Harder than golf
I do think.
Got to roll a wood
To a ball
called Jack
Then turn around
And then
play back.
Playing this game
Will shatter
my heart
Will hurt
my soul
Because I’m crap
At golf
And now
******* bowls.

Playing golf
No holes in one
My ******* round
Was not much fun,
I hooked the ball left
I sliced the ball right
Every hole
I played
****** *****.
After ranting
And raving
I couldn’t
give a ****
I Threw my clubs
In a nice yellow skip.
Problem I got
Golf is very dear
It’s the 20th set of clubs
I brought this year
Golf breaks my heart it
Shatters my soul
If I don’t get better
Im taking up bowls.

Gone and brought
A Tardis
Inside larger
Than you think
Mines not a police box
It’s shaped like a sphinx
Not sure where this
Rhyme wants to go
Back or forward
I’ll let the stylus flow
I don’t want to run or fight
Not put any injustices right
Im of to the future to put
Certain objects in place
Maybe one day they will
Save the human race.
Me and the sphinx decided
We will go back in time
Just to sing with Elvis
When he was in his prime.
There still selling Tardises
Any shape and wide
Smaller on the outside
And bigger inside.

Suffering from dysthymia
Don’t feel sorry
Im not a wretch
I am coming out
Of a two year stretch
Suffering with moods
Every single day
Bereft and lacking
It’s been my way
Sometimes I think
I am on the way up
Then all of a sudden
The door slams shut.
Door sometimes
I leave ajar
So I can escape
But I never get far
Anxiety and panic attacks
I feel  so alone
I go into reverse
And head back home.
When i am at home
Biding my time
To get through this ****
By writing these rhymes .

Riding the plains
With two legged horse,
A sidekick
Brilliant
Fast of course.
Indians to the left
Indians to the right
We fought those
Reds way into the night.
With two legged horse
We had some fun
Horse went crazy
With his loaded gun.
Popped them Indians
He was so adept
By the end
Of the fight
There were
no Indians
Left.
Horse was irate
Created a farce
In that commotion
He got an arrow
In his ****.
Two legged horse
My sidekick
I made him jump
As I pulled it out quick
Poor old horse
Life got bleak
Couldn’t sit down
For about twenty weeks.

Is this rather sinister
An alien is our
Prime Minister
A devouring
snake,
Voting it in
was a
Big
mistake.
Bit by bit
This
slithery diva
Canny **** this
Alien deciever,
Next election
I am going to
vote for
Sigourny Weaver.