I wandered lonely
no romance
seeking just one kiss, one dance
but I couldn't win a heart
so I decided I'd depart
and find true love
away from here
I'm packing up
with not a tear
I'm going to move to Mills and Boon
where men are men
and women swoon
where love is just a gasp away
the sex is hot
and no one's gay
The sun always shines
the people tanned
bills and traffic jams are banned
Handsome sheiks with many wives
and all of them with bedroom eyes
the nurses simper
their bosoms heaving
when they hear that Dr Love is leaving.
Ever man is rich and fit
with chiselled jaw and charming wit
perfect hair
and deep blue eyes
washboard stomach
muscled thighs.
Women's lib?
no need for that
no single parents
unsightly fat
every lady is complete
perfect figure head to feet.
I tried to move there
I really tried
but those oh so perfect folk inside
locked the gates and barred the doors
they couldn't cope with normal flaws.
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Saturday, 17 January 2009
three faces of man
Do you think I'm attractive?
oh yes, said his lips
hmmmm, suppose, added his brain
YUM! cried the little devil
Will you see me again?
of course, the lips assured
errrrrrr, suppose, the brain added
WELL, ARE YOU GOING TO PUT OUT OR WHAT? demanded the devil, stretching
Do you love me?
you know I do, quick from the lips
yeah, yeah, whatever, yawned a bored brain
I'M READY, NOW! groaned the giant devil.
oh yes, said his lips
hmmmm, suppose, added his brain
YUM! cried the little devil
Will you see me again?
of course, the lips assured
errrrrrr, suppose, the brain added
WELL, ARE YOU GOING TO PUT OUT OR WHAT? demanded the devil, stretching
Do you love me?
you know I do, quick from the lips
yeah, yeah, whatever, yawned a bored brain
I'M READY, NOW! groaned the giant devil.
Monday, 12 January 2009
no night
Days are easy
Plastic smiles
and empty voices.
Well worn routine,
un-taxed resources.
Life, just living.
No shadows,
no sense of failing.
No falling.
Just heedless pleading,
no night
Plastic smiles
and empty voices.
Well worn routine,
un-taxed resources.
Life, just living.
No shadows,
no sense of failing.
No falling.
Just heedless pleading,
no night
Thursday, 8 January 2009
dark days
Not quite
day light
winter's night
quite near
ghostly fear
end of year
Getting there
Christmas fair
trees bare.
day light
winter's night
quite near
ghostly fear
end of year
Getting there
Christmas fair
trees bare.
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