Blackie the cat has gotten old, it's time to say goodbye,

my heart is broke,  after all the pleasure he gave,

17, long years, we miss him now , and he's still here.

What's it going to be like, looking at an empty chair. !


On death row, he sleeps, he dose'nt  know ; bliss

a date was chalked down, a reprieve turned up,

Cold feet, and trembllng   hands we called the Vet,


" Can you wait till next week, he is still our  pet ".

Arthritis, Diabetes , Cataracts , and that's only me ,

the cat is worse, he can hardly see.

All his health problems, can disappear,

when he looks up, and Miow's in your ear.


By Holly Barrett

With **** so big and a skirt too short,

I refused to sleep with her

Cós  she farts a lot,

Her voice was so seductive , on the Mobile phone



I threw out the dog, and gave the cat a bone,

but worse was to come, when she knocked on my door

I told the wife she was Latvian,

with a Septic big toe.


´´Thats really great to know, the next time

you think of ******* her,

put a sock on your ****

And a condum on her toe ´´.


Now i´ve learnt my lesson

I´ll stray no more.

I took the wife to Alicante

and the Latvian, to Tramore.

I think someone told a joke to the trees,

they are laughing and swaying, falling about on their knees.

They pause for a break, sway gently as if in Tete-a-Tete.

In unison bow their heads, whisper opaque.


A sudden explosion of unremitting tremulous,

chuckling quietly, and shooting the breeze,

Akin to Marineros  on a ship, in a calm sea

aimlessly drifting , timeless and free.


A mistral gust, inward rush, leaves flutter,

on branch'es robust, Summers vigour enjoyed

before an autumnal retreat,

leafless and bare, at Winters feet.


                By Holly Barrett