No cobbles stones

There are no cobbles in the back street now.

No grass grows in the cracks

No frogs in pools,no yellow weeds

i wish we could go back.

The cat would sit beside the gate

She killed the budgie how we cried

Now I am so lonely here

Some times I wish I’d died.

My brother clambered up high walls

I watched him from below

i admired his bravery

Now I am alone

Google Street View is too clear

There are none left here for me

No party happened

It was not a party.It was MI 5 in a play wearing disguises.

It was some tourists who got lost.

It was Boris’s extended family front Turkey.

It was an illusion.Or delusion.

I never noticed any one in the garden They need rape alarms.

The Downing St Murders.

It was a lot of patients from A and E looking for beds.

It was a ghost meeting.

It was the Resurrection of the Dead Jokes

See home and defy

A botched plot never fails

Who is she?The cat’s another.

Too much veracity killed the plot.

Where are today’s Falklands?

What is wrong with World Cruise?

Why not spend half term in Estonia?

They used to say, see Rome and die.Now see Kviv. Don’t fly.Try a war ship with Russian menu.

Yes you will be the star of the school gate parents!

Wind her up

Daddy’s dead.Daddy”s dead

Mother’s  lost her motor

Wind her up with her big key

Mother don’t you hate her?

He got away, he did she said

Now she has no motor

She gave us sugar on our bread

Sandwich, butter,sugar.

She said she wished that she were dead

I could hardly guess a word she said

In her grave she would be laid.

No more a wife,no more a maid

How to save her children five

Mourn with the sorrowing mother.

She cleared the ash and cleaned the grate

Iit the fire and burned with hate

Oh.mother.mother,we are late

Don’t burn us up,we are your fate

Grieve with us, oh, Mammy

Wind her up,wind her up,my brother.

She may be sad she may be dead

She is still our Mother

Once she was a happy lass

Climbed up from the gutter.

She played Chopin then but never again

Wail for the single mother.

With children five can she survive?

Pray for the lonely widow.

God took all her joy and more

I don’t knock on a church door

Satan’s coming with the score

Come ye back,oh Mammy