Best words written in rows,
Makes them poems not prose.

I'm fascinated by the fascinator,
That sits upon a ladies' head,
The fascination I've got for the fascinator,
Cause it's got my memory misled,

I sometimes think it's a favour,
Or some other name like that,
I made this poem to remember,
It's a fascinating small hat.

Tick tock says the wall clock,
Tick tock is the noise it makes,
Round and round the hands go,
Sixty minutes is what it takes,

Tick tock the digital clock,
It's not what it says,
The digital clock is silent,
With no pendulum that sways,

Big and bold Grandfather clock,
Stands so straight and strong,
Usually in the hallway,
Wound up and never wrong,

All clocks are superfluous now,
If you need to know the time,
Check out your smart phone,
I check the time on mine.

Vote for him or vote for her,
Vote for anyone you like,
Use your vote don't lose your vote,
If you believe in all the hype,

The hype that's being pumped out,
By politicians by the score,
Posting posters and pamphlets,
On your window and through your door,

They're all after your vote,
A vote to get them a job,
Some are career politicians,
Some are just there to rob,

When the voting's over,
And their seats have been retained,
They just ignore the public,
Till it starts all over again.

Stooping down for slippers,
That's when I felt the snap,
Pain was shooting up,
The pain was in my back,

Taking it so carefully,
I tried to stand up straight,
The way that I was doing it,
Was one ******* mistake,

Now double bent on my knees,
Thinking what to do,
Bladder at the fullest,
And bursting for the loo.

Hey ****** ******,
The cars do a twiddle,
They twist and turn on the road,
Dodging the *** holes,
Some with broken controls,
I've even seen some being towed,

Hey ****** ******,
The road in the middle,
Needs a little repair,
If you can swing by,
And give it a try,
And pretend you're a council that care,

Hey ****** ******,
Thanks for the repair in the middle,
But the road needs a whole new coat,
Take care when crossing,
Cause the road's all rutting,
You'll need to be a mountain goat.

Hey ****** ******,
Is the council on the fiddle,
Just like Nero did in Rome,
Please come and fix it,
You'll need to bring a tar pit,
Cause it's shaking the walls in my home.

Palm Sunday is upon us,
Christ's triumphant arrival,
A week before his death,
With no chance of survival,

Jesus died to save mankind,
On that Easter day,
Risen on the sabbath,
Risen from where he lay,

Doesn't look like mankind cares,
For what he did on that day,
With all the wars that's warring,
The world's in disarray.