Reginald "combover" Twistleton-Smythe
had hair on his head but just on the side
He wore a big hat when out for a walk
Too scared to shave and have a flat-hawk
One day at his Gran's fell asleep after tea
and woke up to find he was combover free
He saw grandmas scissors behind on the shelf
As she looked in his eyes and said "Be yourself!
With that combover thing Reg, you sure do look silly
Go shave your head, you'll look just like Bruce *****"
"But my heads the wrong shape, it just wont do the trick,
I'll look less like Bruce ***** and more like a ****"
"Listen to your Gran for I always know best,
I'm not saying go out and run round in a vest.
Just cut your hair short and wear it with pride,
it'll be like a mohawk but just on its side"
Reggie "flathawk" I've heard people say
now runs round in vest shouting Yipee Kiyay

Waiting in anticipation for tomorrow to arrive.
Currently, tomorrow hides, it's lying sultry in the shadows, behind my cobweb eyes.
Tomorrow a day of bounty, falls from money tree.
Yipee!
(c)LIVVI 2014

Yeah...
Yipee...
Another year older
Another year tran
Another year *******...
Another year depressed

Once upon a Christmas Eve
When his work was nearly nigh
Santa had a tantrum
And threw his presents to the sky
​
His reindeer started rioting
Unnerved from all the stress
And poor old Mrs Santa
Stood witness to the mess
​
"My love, please, what is happening?
Think clearly with your head
We've not got time to waste now
Kids wait you from their beds"
​
So Santa stopped and listened
He knew he hadn't time
"But dear, you see I'm starving
And I'm gasping for some wine"
​
So simple was the problem
He'd soon be his fine self
They called for pie and beverage
From their ever trusting elf
​
The elf he soon delivered
And even brought his friends
As word spread of presents fumbled
So they knew they'd need to mend

And thus commenced a workshop
To fix a trick and more
The elves they fixed the presents
To take the impact of the floor
​
So thankful for the time save
Santa loaded up his sleigh
He hearded up the reindeer
They were fed then on their way
​
Now dashing through the darkness
On his journey through the sky
Santa soon delivered gifts
They were thrown from way up high
​
With the magic of the elves touch
They would land in their right place
Because thanks to Santas tantrum
This years Christmas was a race
​
So then parents starting rousing
Not knowing what to think
"Is it really raining presents
Or did we have too much to drink?"

The children sleeping soundly
Heard the presents on their way
So they woke up with excitement
"Yipee, it's Christmas Day!"
​
Luckily for Santa
It all worked out to be fine
But Mrs Santa knew for next year
To keep him topped up with some wine!

Let me tell you the tale of the man who walked away.
Where he is today, I really cannot say.
He was a very lucky man, yet he couldn't see
All his potential and who he was meant to be.
Lady Luck would visit - he'd turn his cheek the other way
Stuck in the past or present... he couldn't appreciate today.
He was loved by many, whom always extended a hand.
It was not due to pity, simply hope and love for this man.

One day he met Penny, a lovely beautiful soul
Who instantly went into the depths of what this man beholds.
She wanted him to see his light as easily as she
With experiences and conversations, she dreamed change would be.
Penny was preparing for a journey to spread love via song;
What a perfect thing for this man to tag along!
The man jumped in joy when she shared the idea with him
She thought to herself, Yipee! Let this incredible journey begin.

They climbed through the mountains, singing along the way
Moments of love, laughter, and joy happening every single day.
One day up the mountain, Penny spotted a dark cloud;
So quickly the mans mood turned and he began to scream out loud:
"This is awful! This journey can't go on! I refuse. I refuse. I REFUSE to sing another song!"
Penny stared at the man in shock and horror
she turned and said, "it is only a rain cloud, for sure it'll be gone tomorrow"
The man carried on making a scene; Penny found shelter and built a fire nonchalantly.
When the man grew tired from throwing his private show,
He stumbled into the cave and curled into a ball by the door.

The next day they rose, the man said nothing of the night before
When Penny made mention he shot a look that said his thoughts he would not pour.
Penny grew nervous, this was a side she had never known, but,
She knew the journey must go on;perhaps through that night .. He had grown.

Further on they journeyed into the open desert sun;
"No worries here" thought Penny... No clouds, no rain, just spread love and run.
The man asked for a cookie; Penny shared there were none.
The reaction made Penny thank god he didn't have a gun.
"What do you mean we don't have any!? How stupid could you be!?
To not know I would want one... Do you ever think of me!?"
The man began to sob, he fell to be floor and became a crying blob.
Penny was perplexed, she didn't know what to do.
"...it is only a sweet treat, why are you so blue!?"

This was enough to snap the man to his feet.
He wiped the tears, puffed out his chest...he wasn't ready for defeat.
"You know what Penny, you just don't understand.
You have no idea what it is like to be a traveling man.
No one gets me, and they never will.
Thanks for your time, I'm Also leaving you with the bill.
I know you have fed me, sheltered me too. You build a nice fire and kindly directed me on what to do.
But it is not enough, you don't get what I need.
So I'm gonna go...don't be like the last one and plead"

Penny stood blank with a punch to the heart.
She opened her mouth but didn't know where to start.
From the day she met him, all she did was love and help
And now here is this man screaming and crying a step away from a yelp
She watched him pack while being very emotional-
So many thoughts and feelings none of which could take their toll
He began to walk away from Penny, finally she found words to say
"Where are you going? It's just been a bad day!"
"You know what Penny, I don't care and to be honest, I never did.
From this point on, in your mind...write me off as dead".
With these words Penny could feel tears come to her eyes.
She couldn't understand this harsh and sudden goodbye.

The man continued walking, erasing his path along the way
He burnt all the bridges they had built together since that May.
Penny carried on singing songs of love;
The man continued walking; his soul never full, seeking more from up above.
You can ask her about the walking man,
She will share all the good about him that she can.
She doesn't know where he went, or what he went to see...
But she does hope his time was spent becoming who he is meant to be.

No one knows where the man who walks away is,
But we guess he is alone.
Since he walks away from those who help build a home.

I am going to a vacation resort,
                                           of a sort,
    all inclusive, no cost, it is free.
you see it is like this;
The only rating Stars are the ones I did see,
when the blood pressure goes up, yipee.

It is only for adrenaline junkies,
your heart will pound and race,
       you may get red in the face,
your breath will come in gasps,
                 fall short or be a raspy,
                        sounds like f'n fun.

I may laugh, I may cry,
My mind will be distracted
       (a comment redacted)
or even at a stand still.

I won't be able to think at all.
I only bought one ticket,
                      at the wicket,
The agent said I have a lifetime of reservations,
more than he knew,
won't be my last trip,
they are holding my next fares, looking for
available dates,
sorry you can't join me, they meant the calendar kind.

Besides,
it is my secret hideaway,
and mine alone,
there is a whole industry built around me, myself and I.
The place well it is well named, the village of An,Xiety.
                                                       ­                        population 1.

Oh, I heard there might be an opening at a place nearby,
                                             a little bigger, the town of Wor,Ry.
I break into a cold sweat thinking  we might be on vacation,
so close together!

Innocent purple, tiny little laurels.

It'll hurt like a pimple when I popped your brightest morsel.

So...Lets linger instead into dreadful fatty food.

Because it'll be the mood, instead
That will shape what we do.

So.


I held a bug and it was dead.

And I was I, you see.

So instead I'll be much better than

what ever you'd thought I'd be....




Yipee!!