I have walked over pavement cracks too long.
Avoiding issues associated with misfortune.
Hiding from ******* birds with white patches in places.
I bow honour and respect in love to such birds.
I say hello to them in passing.
Not sure why I do.
Count numbers in flocks that swoop,
Worries carried betwixt bright coloured beaks.
I never walk under ladders.
Sensible eh.
Never had a can of paint as crowning glory.
I do however play the slots
Never had luck that's bad.
Nor luck that's good.
Luck's carried in many disguises.
Only the wise listen to advice.
The magpie captures gold and gems.
Magpies' lady lucks only friends.
(C) LIVVI

Will you marry me said he.
From a muddy spot on bended knees.
Sported a smile upon his face.
Wide as the crescent moon.
His was offer was good as solid gold.
But she said no.
He left her cold.
So very sorry to see him cry.
Had a heart you see.

She was too old to start anew.
A madam.
A madman.
Tiffin for two.
And now she bows.
After scuffling away.
(c)LIVVI

Mr Misogyny had arranged himself a perfect date.
With a Miss Anna Feminist.
All was going very well until they both got p**sed.
They chucked opinions around the bar.
You'd think maybe a little banter.
Started minor disagreements.
Led to all out war.
He pronounced loudly.
In a voice for all to hear.
That women were just for kissing and washing dishes.
She said she'd heard it all before.
Found it rather boring.
Uneducated attitude.

Somehow they left together,
Went back to his place.
Poor fella lost face.
Dragged him to the kitchen sink.
Asked him to make her coffee.
Much to his disgust,
He had to wash a ***** cup.

From her hand bag.
Quick as a flash
Hand cuffs revealed.
Chained him to the kitchen sink.
So now he knows, just how it feels.
Maybe now he'll think.
Change his attitude.

Anna found him rather rude.
She sat at his dining table,
Thumbing through her Germaine Greer.
Her friends arrived.
All the neighbours can hear them cheer.
Oh dear.
(c)LIVVI

Germination.
Flower pots.
Long past April.
Spits and spots.
Foliage in verdant green
Centre fold in magazine.
Pruning roses.
Year on year bright red ones.
For she.
That he held dear.
Thorns bit back.
Sheer heart attack.
Arrested development.
Cut back in prime.
(c)LIVVI

Off she went to see the sea.
Bike revved up.
She was free.
Revved the engine hard and fast.
Wind blew through her hair.
Motor biking without a care.
Rode along the promenade.
Stopped and purchased lemonade.
With a little bitter in.
Power excited her.
Those revs beneath her ****.

Spluttered and struggled, to come alive.
Forgot to plug the charger in.
Born to ride, not to win.
Her carriage awaited.
Son arrived to collect her.
In his shiny motor car.
One invalid carriage left stranded.
Battery flat.
Parked in the seaside parking bay.
Poor old lady.
Sad end to her exciting day.
Oh to be young, don't cha think.
Day out left her in the pink.
Blushing a little at the end of her trip.
(c)LIVVI

Heard the bells toll
Ring goodbye to summer that never ever came.
Funktown.
All the guys get down,they're *****
The gals are always flirty.
Fun in summer sun.
Smiles and grins.
Going down.

Crying suicide.
Loved you once, eyes open wide.
Stitched her up on grazed knees.
Knees that bent.
Knew what you meant.
Knew whatcha wanted.
You knocked her down.
Lost her crown.
Luscious in lace and coney fur.

Paper knickers.
Party time.
Drugs and drink.
Whaddya think.
It maybe shady.
But what the hell.

Hell, you got a soggy bottom from lying on wet grass.
Like the snake you are.
A snake on strike.
Love is venomous.
Always enormous.
Totally toxic.
Love rocks it.
Dying quietly.
Muscles that spasm.
Took her breath away.
Clean away.
(c)LIVVI