REMEMBER HOW IT WAS ?

YOU ARE NOW OLD, MY FRIEND, AND GREY

AND ONLY FEEBLY MOVE AROUND;

WHEN YOU NOTICE YOUNG FOLKS, HAPPILY,

AT THEIR FAV’RITE MEETING GROUND.

THEY LAUGH AND CHATTER, CHEERILY

SEEKING LOVE AND TENDERNESS,

YOUR THOUGHTS NOW DRIFT TO LONG AGO

WHEN YOU LIVED IN YOUTHFUL BLISS.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

WITH WEAKENED EYES YOU SEE, MY FRIEND,

THEIR BEAUTY THAT’S ABOUND

THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE A DANCE OF YOUTH,

THEIR HAPPY LAUGHTER IS UNBOUND.

INFINITE SEEMS THEIR BURSTING ENERGY,

GUSHING FROM DIVINE, ETERNAL SPRINGS,

EXUBERANCE AND ACTION-READY

AS YOUNG BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS NOW SINGS.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

THERE IS A FACE WITH HAPPY EYES, MY FRIEND,

THEIR SPARKLES INTO YOUR SOUL NOW SHINE,

THE FULLEST LIPS, THE SWEETEST PINK

ARE PARTING TO A BRILLIANT SMILE.

AN EXUBERANT NOD, BEGUILING GESTURE,

YOU SENSE A FUTURE IS NOW SHOWN,

ENGAGING BACKGROUND MUSIC PUMPING

EXACTLY AS YOU ONCE HAVE KNOWN.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

HER SHAPE, IT IS AS DREAMED, MY FRIEND,

THE DRESS IS PLEASANT, YET IN GAY HUES,

WITH FASHION JEWELRY TO NOTICE,

HER PRETTY FEET IN DANCING SHOES,

WHEN THE ICE-COLD ZEPHYR OF REALITY

GRIPS YOUR WISTFUL, WARMING HEART,

YOU FEEL YOUR EPHEMERAL THOUGHTS OF MIND,

OF FUTURE, HOPE AND JOY, NOW PAST.

REMEMBER HOW IT WAS?

A GRUESOME NIGHT …..

THE STORM IS HOWLING….

HALLOWEEN

NOT ANOTHER LIMERICK!

AT THE BOOK MARKET, I DO NOT SELL ANY
ALL DAY LONG I DON’T MAKE A PENNY
“HEY YOU! BUY A BOOK
AND DO NOT JUST LOOK”
AS AN AUTHOR, I'M LOSING MY SANITY.




THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL FROM TASSIE
WHO WAS PRETTY BUT KNOWN AS A HUSSY
WHEN SHE MET A YOUNG SCOTT
WHO LIKED HER A LOT
AND CALLED HER “MY WEE BONNIE LASSIE!”




LEGS VARY IN SHAPE AND IN SIZE,
IN SHORT SKIRT, THERE IS NO SURPRISE,
SOME ARE SKINNY LIKE STICKS
HAIRY LEGS ARE THE PITS
BUT CONCRETE CRUSHERS I DESPISE!




THE BABY CRIES PIERCINGLY LOUD
“SHUT UP!” THE FATHER DOES SHOUT
THE MOTHER THEN NURSES
TO AVOID FURTHER CURSES
BUT AS PARENTS THEY BOTH ARE SO PROUD!

EXAGGERATIONS…..

The morning’s grey – what will it bring?
Outside, there blows a freezing wind
and brings the South pole closer home.
I fancy polar creatures roam
at intersections, public places,
where people rush with frosty faces
past penguins and seals in masses
who stare at them with frozen asses
as they pursue their daily chore,
so frozen deep down to their core.