The vastness of the seas and skies
Looked at through this mortal's eyes,
Never cease to remind me how small
I am to the universe overall.

I am as a speck of dust
A tiny flake of iron rust,
A molecule of water and
The night sky helps me understand,

That I am nothing and there is no plan
There is nothing special about man,
We just evolved with all the other
Creatures that can call Earth, mother.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014

The Lord above, he came to me and whispered in my ear,
'some folks down there, live their lives in ignorance and fear,
so think how easy it would be to get them to pay,
to listen to you spoutin' off about me every day! '

So next mornin' at the crack o' dawn I began my holy task,
by makin' sure that that first of all I would always ask,
my little congregation to pray real hard, then I'd holler,
that their prayers would work much better if supported by their dollar.

Now gradually my following grew bigger day by day,
then I was asked on to TV to let more folks hear me pray,
and now my preaching was on air every waking hour,
meaning that as my following grew, therefore did my power.

I now own the votes of senators and congressmen as well,
and if they don't do as I say, then I'll make 'em go to hell,
'cos me and the Almighty have gotten us a pact,
that the gates of heaven will open, to those who pay to join my act.

Tom Higgins

Amanda was a Panda
She was a lovely lass,
Although she had two ******* eyes,
She retained an air of class.

She ambled into the Bamboo Bar
To have lunch with Panda Pete one day,
And he looked into her eyes
And to her he did say.

"Oh Amanda with your ******* eyes
Will you please be forever mine,
And promise that you will never
Let your panda arms entwine,

Any other bloke panda
In this bamboo land,
Please oh please Amanda,
You've got to understand

For me there is no other
You're the only girl for me,
You remind me of my mother,
And so we're meant to be,

Together as a couple we'll be
With our four eyes of black,
Oh darling please look at me
Why have you turned your back?"

She answered very clearly
She said "because Pete I'd rather,
Find another Panda really,
To be my childrens father."

Now Panda Pete was really sad
He felt total and utter rejection,
So he sloped off before he got mad,
To a future of dejection.

He slunk out of the Bamboo Bar,.
Back into the forest outside
And jumped into his panda car
And took off for a long lonesome ride.

Tom Higgins 07/05/2014

I've been thinking what could be worse
Than a grumpy old man writing childrens verse,
Calling on experience from his young days
Of the things he did and the games he played.

Now I'm not saying that I'm a grumpy old man
You can take from that whatever you can,
But I remember clearly being young
And even now my song's not yet sung.

When we were kids we used to know
Lots of places we could go,
And I never remember having a care
About stranger danger or anywhere,

That was ever out of bounds
Or if it was it was soon found,
And added to the itiniary
Of places to play for my mates and me.

We used to go into Clintz wood
Where the hiding places were so good
That sometimes you were never found
And by the time you dropped back to the ground,

Your mates had already headed home
And you had to leg it on your own,
But I don't remember feeling fear
Because growing up was great round here.

We would tell our **** we wouldn't be long
Usually a statement that was blatantly wrong,
And then we'd all gather to head up the edge of Dent
To play in Black Wood and my how quickly the time went.

Where it went to no one knows
We still have no idea where it goes,
But it always seemed that when we were having fun
Old Father Time always used to run

Much faster than when we were bored
Like a boiling kettle when ignored.
So before we knew it the sun was sinking
And we all knew our **** 'd be thinking

That we'd all up and ran away
And we hadn't just nipped out to play
A game of hide and seek in Clintz Wood,
They'd think we all were gone for good.

So as the sun sank in the Western sky
We all started to run my mates and I,
Back down the hill onto the road
Which led us back to our abode.

And when we got back we saw
Waiting outside each front door
Angry mothers waiting to bend our ears
And tell us of their imagined fears

That we'd been pinched by the bogey man,
Or sunk in a pond or quicksand,
Or fallen off a cliff or from a tree
Then afterwards we'd all be

Given a cuddle and our supper then
We'd all be in bed long before ten.
Yes kids today have a lot more
Things that they do behind a door,

Lots of things with which to play
Lots of things which seem to say
That freedom lost can be replaced
By objects owned and possessions chased.

I know that this will never be true
And things you own will never teach you
The lessons we learned when we were little boys,
Simply by playing with Mother Nature's toys.

Tom Higgins 07/05/2014

Babies dancing with Beyonce,
Puppies and kittens oh so cute
Idiots setting their hair on fire
A man beheaded by a brute.

All of these are shown on YouTube
Lots of it is purely fun
But always there is the dark side
The realm of hate, the bomb and gun.

Two sides of the human psyche
Complete opposites hawk and dove
One side shows hope for a future
Where hate does not transcend love.

The other side has unfortunately
Made fear and hate its main tool
The age old tactic used for millennia
The trick is to simply divide and rule.

Tom Higgins. 27/10/2013

Basil is a fruit bat
Who flies through the trees,
And flying is what fruit bats do
With the most consumate ease,

He flies until he comes to
The place he's looking for
Where the figs grow in abundance
And he feasts till he can feast no more.

Now I wonder what then happens
When nature's functions call
And when he's hanging upside down,
Where does his wee and poo all fall?

Tom Higgins 12/05/2014

A boring young fella called Arthur,
Married an exciteable girl called Martha
They were together a short while
Until she saw the smile
Of an interesting lad, goodbye Arthur.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014