Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
I have found a good treatment
when I am in a depression or a melancholy mood,
hope I will be understood.
Alas, this treatment is the best for me,
so, I don’t want to harass the rest,
But, please, have your own guest
when you are oppressed.
For me is the best when I am oppressed
to read or write poems.
It helps and adds adrenaline to blood
without any dud scud.
Sunday 4th July 2010 8:39 pm