This is a story about Harry,
as told to me by his daughter.

Dad and I had spent the day in the park,
we had picniced and were packing our things up,
twilight had arrived and soon it would be dark,
Dad bent down and picked up his coat and hat,
he looked up at me and said "Look at that!"

I looked about but saw nothing strange,
"Poor blighter!" said Dad, in a quiet sort of way,
and the look in his eye, I saw Dad change.
A grubby old derilect was stummbling our way,
a life gone to waste, a soul gone astray.

Dad smiled at me, as the man stopped to seach in a bin,
"Have yer got any smokes?" He asked, with a grin.
"Why yes I have a full pack, bar one." I replied.
He took my full pack and emptied them out,
he repacked them, so there was only a dozen inside.

Dad took that packet of smokes and threw it into a bin.
We picked up our things and went on our way.
I glanced back and saw that derilect get his lottery win,
Saying to Dad "Why did you leave him the full pack?"
Dad said "Oh,  he would have known it was a 'set up'.
and I didn't want to embarrass him."

(c) 26th October 2010

Crippled and confused I am shriveled and derilect. Won't you be my Patti, won't you be my Smith. Come on little darling lets make a split, todays moonrise is just another reason to abandon ship.
At the bottom of the ocean time does slip, with water in my lungs I couldn't spit. Breathing in ounces of dissapointment and choking on death, suffocating amongst the urchins was easy, spending our time watching the sand blow by. Now todays come again and it aint any longer, poison slides down and tides me over, pausing to wonder, was there something I had to do here before I drown? or was I just meant to sit here and listen to the sound. Nevermind and never forget, it seems to be the reason why we sweat, I can feel the hot sun sitting upon my kneck, holding me down as it sets.

THEY PLAY THERE GAMES AND THEN THEY HIDE
ID IMAGINE A BETTER TEAM THERE WALKING INTO A LAND MIND

BUT OF DREAMS MORE PEOPLE REVIEWING THE SSCHEME
DREAMS BEAMS HOLISTIC REQUIKM

MAYBE SPELLED BAD WORD
TO WHOS "ATHOR ITY" SPELLING IS FREE YOU SHOULD HAVE STRUCURE AND FLOW MAYBE
A FORGOTTEN ("W OR T")

A SAND PAPER PILLOW
A CANNISTER OF SNAKES A PEEWEE TRICK
MASTER MIND DIPLOMA DERILECT

MAYBE THE WAY PEOPLE LIVE THERE LIVES WILL NEVER CHANGE
BUT SHOWING THEM THAT THEY FEEL LOVE AND BEING WANTED IS THE MOST SIGNIFICANT

EVEN "IF" GOD HAD TO LIE
PEOPLE SHOULDNT ASK WHY