Death of a Dog

For Sadie and Poppy, for Bo-bo and Duke For all of the dogs that have gone Your tail may have wagged for the last time But your doggishness deeds will live on Second in line to the social Maybe better than better than half Echoing all our emotions Every shade of blue, every laugh You

Hay baldy..!

There are no two ways about it; I’ve started to go bald I’m saddened and I’m sickened, I’m mournful and appalled At first I didn’t notice and sure ignorance is bliss But recently my friends have found the need to take the piss

The Sting

It’s likely that they threatened him, or gate-crashed after dark Noah simply wouldn’t have just let them on the Ark? Spiders’ fine and rats I get, however they’re deplored But how on earth could he presume to let two Wasps on board

Walk among the rain

Not of the doctors’ orders or recommended in the main Yet here I am advising you to walk among the rain Overthrow and soon let go of comforts cold concern And ready up the requisite relief for your return

The Box seat

I found out what I was made to do whilst carrying the boy In the box seat, front and centre stage Enraptured in the parody of every pride and joy Afforded to me now and of an age

Juan the Spanish housefly

  It was a day like any other with the sun splitting the stones Juan, the Spanish house-fly had his mind set on a roam He hugged the wife and children and he said he’d be home soon Licked his feet, rubbed himself and buzzed out of the room