A BIT OF FUN

LONGER

Your poems are too short you said.
longer lines and lots more words
are what I need you said.

That’s just taking the pith
I said.

THE ONLY WAY IS WESSEX

It was far from that maddening crowd
that Jude realised her lonely fate
to be obscure in waiting
under that lonely greenwood tree
until the native one returns.

MY HERO

One day, Clark Kent will run away
and Spider Man with Thor abscond.
Batman too will hide, and Iron man
his courage gone, will quickly disappear.
Cat woman stays at home that day
and Wonder Woman quickly wonders
why Hulk has gone to see his mum
and X Men flee the scene.

But until then, the world is safe
and generally a better place
with heroes bold and strong and true,
but none of them compare to you.

Sometimes 

(it really is better to travel hopefully than to arrive).

Sometimes,
without airs or graces
and woefully inadequate warning,
the long and hopeful journey
to the end of the rainbow
ends with a croc of shit.

KILLER

I MISS YOU!

The duck,

Wielded the axe
with surprising malice
and absence of mercy.

 

It was murder,
most fowl.

I miss you
she said.

I miss you
he said.

 

So, said he with great aplomb,
I’ll make a list of ten things
that are undoubtedly better parted.

  1. Curtains

  2. The Red Sea

  3. Not me

  4. Not you

  5. Not curtains really

 

That’s not ten she said.

I’m out, I said and maths is silly.
I miss you