A rose will blossom
In the month of June
As sure as the sands
Create the dunes.
The sun will shine
After the pouring rain
sure as the wolf
That howls in
the open plains.
Winter follows autumn
As the trees shed there leaves
As sure as the mouse that
Hunts for the cheese.
Everything living
Must take a breath
As sure as the wanderer
Who must rest.

There was a man called Dave
A man of not many words
One of his witty sayings was
You can’t polish a ****.
He Liked the smell of money
Told jokes dark and
humorously funny,
In his company
You would dare not to blink
You might have missed him
Trying to Buy you a drink.
He Liked a little flutter
Would gamble on a horse
More than usual lost
it was
Just A matter of course.
Worked as a lineman
They called him BT
Used to mend the phone lines
Yes For you and me,
A man for all seasons
A man for the girls
He will now be sorely missed
Now not in this world.

You’ve cast your line
Put up your sails
The sorceress of doom
With six inch nails.
Will I ever be free
From your flesh eating chains
Trapped in Your
idealism
Thats
Transfixed
my brain.
The only way out
Is sending you back to hell,
Alas I’ll be coming
with you
oh clucking well.

Tell me a story
Of truths and lies,
Lots of intrigue
With a web of spies.
Street corners and
Shady dives
Crooks and gangsters
Trying to stay alive.
Information being
Brought and sold
Gangland killings
Leaving victims cold.
Every black suit
Trying to make a buck
Headless chickens
Not giving a cluck.
As night follows day
And all said is done,
Nothing like a cup of tea
And a lovely currant bun.

Uneven pavements
With broken curbs
Moving sluggish
Still undeterred,
Dripping wet
Grimacing with pain
Disturbing thoughts
As I walk through the rain.
Soldiering on
The sun breaks through
Im feeling sick
Since the death of you.
Im walking blindly
Into a wall of sound,
My heartbeat stops
As I hit the ground.

Enigma of stone
On hallowed land.
In winter the snow
Shall coat,
The wise old owl
Is having a cuddle
With a nice
and friendly stoat.

Hydra and the nymph
Warming their
minds to spring,
The northern lights
Do a dance
As the blackbirds
Begin to sing.

Rays of sunshine
Summer has begun
Hare’s and bluebells
Do a jive
Enigma of stone on
hallowed land as the
Countryside comes alive.

Green turns to brown
As the warm air fades
The onset of winter
draws near,
The stoat turns to the wise
Old owl and says let’s
Get the **** out of here.

Sweet Marie
Girl of my dreams,
Sadistic *****
Classy obscene.
Dream lover
Dressed to ****,
Nymphomaniac
She loves to thrill.
Cyanide lips
Fantastic *******,
*** on the agenda
Was a daily fest.
I am her medicine
Lucky old me,
Im in her clutches
Never wanting to be free.