Poetry Blogs (Dark humour)
THE AUSSIE POMM.
Now, as you all know ladies. When a new mans in your life.
You groom your airs and graces to portray the perfect wife.
We are all so very concious of the things you musnt show.
Be discreet and feminine, that's all he needs to know.
Now I know that all you ladies have to have all things just right.
Especially on your wedding day and more so WEDDING NIGHT.
Well, it just s...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 5:21 pm
Cue the manic laughter
Following on from my previous blog* there is more I'd like to say
when it comes to Global culls there must be a better way.
Many theorize that ‘Covid virus’ is part of a deadly plan
reducing the population, killing women, children, man.
Well there is a flaw in this plan if you think this through
whilst we’re locked in quarantine, we know what many wil...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 9:12 am
'Double' Act !
In Nineteen Ninety Four,
a young man took the floor
for the television show, “Stars in Their Eyes”!
He was, ‘hips-to-feet’ in plaster
as he struggled out, to master
his new crutches, in a bid to win the prize.
The host (then), Matthew Kelly
introduced him on the ‘telly’,
saying “Simon, what a plucky guy you are.
I’ve been told, a year ago,
Tuesday 9th July 2019 11:10 am
“Old Heads on Young Shoulders”!
You can’t put old heads on young shoulders!”, they say.
But I think that I may have come-up with a way,
involving some sawing - and stitching - and glue
(and a bit of an ‘inclin’, of just what to do!).
Yet, if I decided to ‘give it a bash’,
that would leave a ‘spare’ head and a body (to ‘stash’)!
Which seems such a waste of a woman ...
Monday 1st July 2019 12:10 pm
THE SHIP THEY CALL 'ALZHEIMER'S'
Hello my friend, welcome aboard
The ship they call 'Alzheimer's'
There's forty thousand under sixty-five
'Young onset' to 'Old timers'
It doesn't matter what you call it
The umbrella term's 'Dementia'
On the ship they call 'Alzheimer's'
Every day's a new adventure
Forget your hip replacement
And your osteoarthritis
Sunday 23rd September 2018 6:59 pm
The 2nd Parakeet
I had a beautiful parakeet
when I was a child
One day, its foolish feathers failed to shine
and was found in the sawdust at
the bottom of the cage
Knowing the upset this would cause
rushed out to the store for a replacement
and picked the perfect imposter
coloured plumes in symmetry
copycat curve to the beak
and inquisitive shin...
Friday 1st September 2017 2:44 pm