The Scales of Injustice
It’s looking đ dire đ«
Iâve never been a trendsetterand could never be described as âchicâbut looking in my wardrobe itâs looking pretty bleakClothes now worn for comfort and mainly to cover me bitsIâve gone for flattening swing topsas theyâre the only ones which fitWhen youâre a tad over sixty and your invites are now drying upYouâll probably be atâŠ
Insomnia đ©
The same old storyyou go to bedcrazy thoughtsspinning around your headlaying there waitinghoping youâre fallinglistening to your other halflaid there snoringđŒwhen itâs late and dark outside your mind goesinto overdrivetossing turning back and forthmind ablaze with stupid thoughtsThe night drags on it seems forever đIn daylight thingsseem so much betterIt doesnât make sense but,would appearworriesâŠ
White Van Man
I’m just a âJoe averageâan ordinary blokebut the state of our roads are beyond now a joke Trying to dodge accidents from potholes and cratersI can’t grasp the conceptof our council dictators?What’s going on?why is my van getting wrecked?everywhere I godon’t know what to expect?Pot holes speed humpsand now LTNâsthe council and hierarchy are clearlyâŠ
Ahhhh Custard Creams â€ïž
When life gets crazyand all’s not what it seemsI reach for a packetof custard creamsA quite moment alonewith a hot cup of teaIt brings back my sanityand does it for meYou can sit and reflectand relive your dreamsstare into spacedunking custard creamsThat familiar patternthose unmistakable scrollsIt brings back normalitywhen life’s out of controlIt restores tranquillityâŠ
God Bless Paul OâGrady
You hear about it dailythat someone has departedbut the shock of Paul OâGradyhas left us broken hearted đHis cut-glass sense of humour his compassion for homeless dogsa natural entertainerthe nation has been robbedHis role as Lilly Savagein those massive high heeled shoes đhilariously funnyin his sparkly drag costumeA warm and genuine characterwho always made usâŠ
Sign of the times
Life is now so quiet we hardly ever speak It’s not because we’ve arguedIt’s just he’d rather tweetI think he’s now been âradicalisedâto the point of no returnthat’s it now forever…I’ll just have to wait my turn đ€Life before was differentwe actually communicatedIt’s now all done by textingand probably cut and pastedI’ll offer him aâŠ
Happy Valentine’s Day đ
Romance is for everyone we all deserve some passion from teenagers to pensionersIt never goes out of fashionA card sent by a schoolgirl or flowers from an elderly gentthere’s something special on valentinesthat deserves a bit of expense It’s usually a bunch of red rosesor a heart shaped red balloon sometimes a box of chocolatesifâŠ
Winter blues
If January wasn’t depressing enough Its the same the following monthFebruary is just as badweâre really down in the dumpsAfter the euphoria of Christmas with its pretty colourful lightswe go back to dreary greywith cold wet soulless nightsAs if we’re not depressed enough fogs thrown in for good measureIt really doesn’t get any betterwith theâŠ
The Abandoned Christmas Tree đ
Stood there majestically In a favoured position a proud focal pointour Christmas tradition Gifts wrapped underour decorated treepresents for everyone after a mad frenzied spreeA masterpiece againstood there on showat nighttime itâs magical with a mesmerising glowCentre of attentiondressed up in all glorybut only a few weeks later..a whole different storyStripped off itâs baubles fairyâŠ
H.N.Y.
Wishing everyone on Facebook a very happy new yearthough uncertainty as to what to expectwe’ll just have to play it by earWe always think a brand new yearwill be better than the lastthough if the truth was knownIt hasn’t in the pastWe’re due for some luck- surely?it’s been such testing timesthe world’s no longer aâŠ
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