A widow is waiting quietly,
On her porch near this den of thieves.
Can you hear the spinnerets clicking,
As she sits in her web and weaves?

She patiently sits and wonders,
Who will come to see her smile?
As a fly he trips and blunders,
When he should have run a mile.

Beware the widow dressed all in black,
In her home just up the lane.
There's a door at the front and one at the back,
And they open again and again!

She knows what is going to come about,
And she knows it won't happen by chance,
For she's laid her traps and set things out,
And she's set for the fateful dance.

Then came October: the season of fruits and mellow fruitfulness
When leaves are green, with hues of dappled red
Then yearns my heart for pastures new and wide
To seek the woods and walk.
A lonely life but pleasant calm and free
No office mine, nor castle, nor the sea
But land and woods and dale and sward and lea.
Be not the leman not the layman and take not the plough
The leaves are falling – Come – Come with me now!

The birds migrate; in flocks they wing, they soar
They will not stay and face the winter’s ****;
With no return ‘til winter’s gone and o’er.
Come – let the forest ring with tunes and song
And drink WassHeil like Saxons gone ere long.
No cage of stone, nor brick, nor wood
To sit in while cold winter lasts,
We shall yet be like bards of Cymraeg blood
Until the day when we shall raise a brood
Who are born free and have no need for life
In towns but live for song and food.
E’er civilisation turned men’s hearts stone cold
Away from *** and ***** and axe
To offices and pay and perks and tax!

The wanderlust is in my eyes
I seek the land and starry skies
Alone – so I may freely roam
And feel beneath my feet the good, rich loam.
Like bards of old who sang of hill and dale
No wine for us but good clear headstrong ale
The land, the land, will call me evermore
And evermore I must say nevermore
The years is dying – ah but so is man
As leaves fall down, why even so, doth man
Who seek to ascertain the reason why.
When squirrels hibernate, they make good cheer
The summer comes and goes but they fear
Nought but man who kills for sport.
For autumn is the season when all beasts
Are chased and hunted, killed and caught
Of wanton destruction of life and limb

And man; he thinks that he may climb
Up to the stars, with his great intellect
But winter makes him cut and ****
The trees most wonderful to ward off chill
Of winters bite by burning them on fires.
Alas! give me the days of lore and lyres,
When fruit is ripe and beasts and fowls,
Make ready for the coming tribulation,
Of winter when the land is seized and fast.
Alas! Is man the King of fauna now and past?

Oh not for them the holocausts of war.
And yet man has the tales of Pagan Rites
Walpurgis Nacht and Hallowe’en
Which he has had since air was clean
And pure and earth as yet unsullied.
When man and earth were young and free
Man should go back to being primitive
When then, surely not now
He did know how to live.

Christmas
Is a time for lust.
> Pure lust.
> That’s all - You see in me: i trust
> Pure lust.
> Your naked body, wanton lies
> I take it in with lustful eyes
> I want you now - oh such deep lust
> Your body calls -‘inside me ******!’
> I wish i could- I want, i would.
> I see you lying bare before
> I *******, then i **** some more
> Oh we are far apart today
> We need to find some time someday.
> My trousers now are full and tight
> I wish that you were here tonight!
> To hear you moan, and shriek and scream
Would be fulfilment of our dream!

Don’t gather round people, just stay where you are,
You can go for a walk but you can’t take the car,
Except to go shopping, but don’t go too far,
For our life we are re-arranging!
You can’t have a drink in a pub or a bar,
For the times they are A-Changing!

The government suddenly brought in new rules,
But the police are taking us all for dumb fools,
And they’ve closed all the gyms and the parks and the pools,
For our life we are re-arranging!
But you can go into hardware shops and buy some tools,
For the times they are A-Changing!

I’m doing my calisthenics for my core,
And I’m raising my pelvis right up from the floor,
But when the bell rings I don’t open the door,
For our life we are re-arranging!
I’m going stir crazy - can’t take any more,
For the times they are A-Changing!

So now it’s gone global the virus is strong,
And we’re hoping that this lockdown won’t last too long,
Supporting each other - we’ve got to be strong,
For our life we are re-arranging!
And so just to help you I’ve written this song,
For the times they are A-Changing!

Apologies to Robert Zimmerman!

And so, it’s over, it is gone.
A guttering candle brightly shone,
But leaves a hint of what befell,
Ephemeral, wispy, smoky, smell.

So now it is another day,
Another time: but memories play,
Inside my head, what can I say?
Your smiling face: a sunny ray.

Your urgent fingers on my glowing skin,
Were too intense for what now lies within.
Saucy, pedantic *****, you let me in,
But captured me: so, after all you win.

So many years passed by, oh how they flew,
But always in my heart a piece of you,
Deep nestled and hard-hidden well within,
A fond remembrance of delicious - sin?

So, what to say and what am I to do?
For I am wholly separate from you,
To meet would cause distress and strife,
So far apart in distance and in life.

Artistic use of hands and tongue,
Exquisite times and **** fun.
Why is it that you hold me tight?
When you and I are out of sight.

For all those years we weren’t in touch,
I didn’t think of you that much.
I fully blanked you from my thoughts,
Although you liked my skin-tight shorts!

So many years since last we met,
Our time together - brief, and yet,
So close and such enthralléd heart,
We never thought that we would part.

Was playing pooh-sticks by the stream,
A real time or just a dream?
With hands held tight, a sunny gleam
Inside our eyes so it would seem.

We missed the Hundred Acre wood,
Where Eeyore’s gloomy place had stood.
We didn’t find Pooh’s ‘thortful spot’
But Gee we found another, hot!

We can’t go back, time has run on,
I think that Eeyore’s house has gone.
Time takes its toll, we knew it would,
If youth just knew, if age just could!

To stroke your skin was just too much,
Excitement from that tender touch,
Just wanting you and standing proud,
The noise released so deep, so loud.

But that brief candle burned down low,
With smoky wick: hot, all aglow.
Our race was run, our joy was done,
We shared so much, we had such fun.

When you and i were in the wood
We did the things we knew we could.
The pleasant hours tree-sheltered, hidden
Excited hands caressed, unbidden.

No wine, no bread, no book of rhymes
Were necessary at those times.
We needed nothing else but us
A lover and his succubus.

Hot handed, heart-felt, touch and taste
We never let an hour waste.
A precious time, a special game
Our heads on fire, our hearts a-flame.

Fever filled, entwined as one
That magic, special time was fun.
Tongue tasting, touching hidden parts
Heavy breathing, racing hearts.

How long ago it seems today
That special place so far away.
Too far in space and distance too
Unhappy me, unhappy you.

I dream that we are in a wood,
Just us together, very good.
And if we rest there for a while,
Then it would raise a happy smile.

Nothing much to do or say,
Just together for a day.
Laughing, playing, having fun,
Underneath a bright warm sun.

Could this ever come to pass,
Lying on sweet-scented grass?
Saying things of no import,
That would be a happy thought.

Passing time and feeling fine,
In the stream: some chilling wine.
With some strawberries and cream,
But it’s just a pleasant dream.
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