Day: May 13, 2019

The apple cart has landed on my chest

I think I have just failed my IQ test
The apple cart has landed on my chest
I didn’t mean to cause such selfish pain
Writing you a letter once again

I never knew that numbers carried on
To  fall in love and marry they’ve’ begun
Their children are irrational  not whole
Some are transcendental ,I’m  enthralled

The IQ test was far too hard for me
I cannot even read it,don’t you see?
I think they are immoral and in vain
I’ve written to the Queen,I have complained

The apple cart is emptier  today
I ate them all and now I feel quite gay

 

On the go charging

Install a pocket charger for your brain
Did you  curse the folk who chose Remain?
Wearing out your mind is not allowed
Talking the hind legs off a great crowd

Make a little port between your eyes
Plug the charger in before  you die
Is  the little light now showing green
Good, that shows  the lack can be redeemed

Maybe USB-C is the best
Did you ever pass algebra by text?
These cords have no up and neither down
Charlie Chaplin’s silence will astound

Charge  your brain some rent and do repairs
We’ll follow you on Facebook with our glares

 

Intolerable, vocabulary, rhyme

 

 

We’re stuck with that first sentence  at the time
The page was blank yet now the way’s  declared
Intolerable, vocabulary, rhyme

When we  make a poem, we start with line
Write the second one  with  tactful care
We’re stuck with that first sentence  for a time

Like a builder standing in the grime
We have a vision of a construct fair
Special words,vocabulary, rhymes

The other mind within has its designs
As dreams are made, nobody human  stares
We’re stuck with that first sentence   just this time

Shakespeare in the  bedroom gives a sigh
Disappointment, rapture, angry glare
Special  the vocabulary of rhyme

 

Excess,  the words we linger on are pared
Today I  was more lenient than I cared
We’re stuck with that first sentence,  I’m resigned
Intolerable, vocabulary, rhyme

 

If I should cease to love you

 

If I should cease to love you when you die
And quickly fill your space with a new man
Then perhaps my claiming love was but a lie
And I can fill you place with anyone.

Are not our friends unique and therefore lost
When death pulls them away to darker shores?
Yet we will love each one despite the cost.
And when we weep, is this not what life’s for?

Loss and gain and loss and gain again
A pattern from the infant to the sage
So joy and pain and joy and pain remain.
Who knows what is next upon the page?

To feel,to suffer, then feel joy once more
Will guide us soon unto that golden shore

The kitchen looked as bright Labour wrecked.

 

The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.
I was a fool to move the old knife rack;
All I do is make hot toast and text

I moved the rack, my fantasy was wrecked.
In hygiene, seems I show indecent lack!
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

Only within maths was I correct.
I seem to live in fantasy, not fact
For all I do is make hot toast and text.

Now my actions must become direct
I shall approach the grease and crumbs with tact
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

My health and reputation showed their cracks
I see now it is action that I lacked
For all I live on is hot toast, quite black

Over the formica, I put lots
Of powdered soap then hit it with an axe
The kitchen looked as bright Labour wrecked.
For all we have is Socialism banjaxed