I wear petticoats two by two
one is red and one is blue
pretty shoes both buckled by gold
skip me to where 'er i go,

Those slugs'n snails'n puppy dog tails
pet at me but they all fail
they will court me where 'er they can
but i'm in love with a pretty gal,

I wear petticoats two by two
one is red one is blue
I'm sure one day we will be wed
with brand new Bonnets, upon our heads.

He carries round his window cleaning gear
whistling some well known bohemian air,
wears gold earrings, (street cred' is now so dear)
and runs up his ladders like bedroom stairs.

Tanned and sleek, full of self-confident wealth,
he growls, '' you're next !"  (in hope to hear a purr?)
rippling muscles, bouncing around with health,
with a chest full of lush, gorilla, fur...

He cleans windows like an athletic cat
stalks those streets, an animal on the hunt,
but I know the repertoire, all the chat,
and the ****** way he says '' back'n front ? ''

'' Shall I do your inside's, there's not a spot missed? ''
As I'm paying him I think, '' Yeah... as if! ''

" On the ground! " was screamed at the man in flames  
the police were baffled at what could be done,
" get down on the ground !" was screamed yet again  

Their guns pointing as the man writhed in pain
why should they care it's not their Bro' or son
" on the ground! " was screamed at the man in flames,

I guess the policemen felt kinda lame
a burning man is no threat to anyone,  
" but, down on the ground! " was screamed yet again

Burning tendons stretched his hands up in vain
there was no way the burning man could run
" down on the ground " screamed at the man in flames,

Hands holding guns began to show the strain
as burning fats flared to outshine the sun
but, " down on the ground " was screamed yet again

Later their bosses played the old blame game
But the police were lost totally stunned,
" On the ground " was screamed at the man in flames
And " down on the ground " was screamed yet again.

My life stopped when my  Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on,  
I tried to grieve I tried and tried  
my life stopped when my Mother died,  
  
I harmed myself I cried and cried  
how could you do this to me... gone?  
My life stopped when my Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on...

The big-bang blew out this universe  
from bubblegum blown by some deity,  
huge non-existent lips were pursed  
then blew and blew with some great glee 
then quarks and electrons came to be  
from its spittle as the bubble grew  
but the thing which is chewing on me  
what did Newton's Third Law get to do?  
  
Coz, I've heard there's no front nor obverse,  
or insides to a singularity,  
nothing for the Third to push in reverse    
no equal and opposite reaction, see?  
But still something blows and with glee  
thick as a Plank I haven't a clue,  
my head aches now, that's reality,  
out of nothing a universe spewed?  
  
When I was a kid,  mother got terse  
and berated me if I chewed chewy,    
she'd not shout nor stamp and not curse  
just say " mucky stuff, waste o' money."  
But she got a laugh thought it funny    
when inevitably my bubble blew,  
and left my face gummed and clarty  
but if this bubble bursts, I guess we're *******...

I remember being a new-born lamb          
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,          
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam          
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.          
        
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,          
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock          
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky          
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...          
        
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease          
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,          
but I knew my ma's love would never cease          
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.        
        
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma!  I bleat,  I did!          
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...

God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got
it swirled round and round and got up his nose,
He, Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!

So fellas now you know on your last shot
when you wonder why your thingy don't grow
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got...

Although it kinda puts you on the spot
there's this secret not many of you know
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!

Yeah, yeah, it's tiresome when you get hot
and nothing's happening just down below
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got,

And you're gonna get nought but diddly squat
so I guess you've just gotta go with God's flow,
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!

So, where's Adam in this, him? I forgot,
Perhaps he's looking hard as he seeks Eve's glow
God spilled that glow of magic dust He'd got
And Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot...


A villanelle.