Mr snowman
Made from
flakes
Bringing it
in from
The cold was
big mistake.
This was sad
As I feared
The flaky
white
Snowman
disappeared.

Sweet little potato
Bobbing in a ***
Looking delicious
Looking so hot,
Meat and two veg
Is diving in
Culinary delights
Can now begin.
Tasty hot
Cheese to grate
Total infusion
On my plate.

I am a
Pretty flamingo
Totally weird
And completely
purple,
I Think my mum
Mated with a
Loggerhead Turtle.

I don’t care
If the sun don’t
Shine
Im a Bat
And doing fine.
Didn’t see the
Cows grazing
In the grass
I flew straight
Up a Heffers ****.
Made it home
Covered in  pat
I said to mum
I never saw that.

Act one

Im being haunted
By my brother Mike
He was an *******
But weirdly well liked.
A character and
a bad dude
Quite intelligent
Really lewd.
Typically funny
Given a chance
He’d steal your money
He was well liked
My brother Mike.

Act two

My brother Mike
Saw the light
Somehow the
God squad
Thought he
was alright.
I tried to tell them
They were wrong
That
Robbing them blind
Wouldn’t take long.

Act three

Having a heart
Bitter and cold
The god squad
Fell into his
Charming fold.
I think god finally
Got his way
Likeable ****
Never lasted the day,
Heart attack banged
His head
Hospital calling
In act four
Finally dead.

Act five

He was a my brother
A nasty shrike,
Gullible people
They would like.
They would give
him
All there
money
Im still being
haunted and
Still finding it funny.

DRIP

Health and safety
World War One
Trying to keep
To the rules
Now that’s
Called fun.
Don’t do that
You might die
Wear a yellow hat
Safety laws do apply.
When protecting
Your ungrateful
Nation
Don’t get
injured because
Employers
are
saying
No to
compensation.
Bullet in the head
Mud in your eye
Health and safety
It’s better to die.

Madness and pain
Partners in crime
Only getting relief
A little at a time.

Joyful and love
It’s songful rap
I prefer to call it
The happiness trap.

Hope and despair
Highs and lows
Let these inside
Nothing will flow.

Truths and lies
They hide in prose,
When inside disguise.
Nothing grows

War and peace
Death and life
A Truce would
be like
Sliding down the
Edge of your knife.

Beatles or the Rolling Stones
Blur, oasis or the undertones
In life the music you choose
I prefer Rory Gallagher
Playing the blues.