My God that’s rash!
Did you think it through?
Are you sure it’s the proper
thing to do?
Take a pause
A big deep breath.
You know you’re prone
To rush right in.
Pause
Deep breath
Don’t just jump in.
Oh dear
Too late!
You did it again.
via Rash
My God that’s rash!
Did you think it through?
Are you sure it’s the proper
thing to do?
Take a pause
A big deep breath.
You know you’re prone
To rush right in.
Pause
Deep breath
Don’t just jump in.
Oh dear
Too late!
You did it again.
via Rash
Must you torment me,
tease and annoy?
You’re so irritating.
Stop it now please!
What is the pleasure
my torment gives you?
You know I don’t like it.
Stop it now do!
Leave me alone
Cut it out please
Its not very nice
To constantly tease.
via Torment
Now that we’re older still got my hair
Several years have passed
Grateful if you send me a valentine
Better still a bottle of wine
Hate staying out till quarter to three
Did I lock the door?
Though you don’t need me, will you still feed me
Now you’re sixty four?
I’ve got older too
But daren’t say a word
Want to stay with you.
I am still useless mending a fuse
When the lights have gone
No one knits sweaters by the fireside
Sunday mornings no time to ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Though you don’t need me, will you still feed me
Now you’re sixty four?
Every summer you can book a ticket for a long haul flight
Glad it’s not too dear
Got the mortgage paid.
Grandchildren on your knee
Coral, Blaze and Jade.
Send me an e mail, tweet me a tweet
Status, point of view.
Indicate roughly what u mean 2 say
Yours sincerely, tapping away
Give me your answer, filling a form
Takes for evermore
Though you don’t need me, will you still feed me
Now you’re sixty four?
Ho!
He’s so prone to pontificate
To pronounce his point of view;
With weighty words, considered views,
Dismissing me and you.
He claims to have authority
To know just what is what
But as to common, mortal sense
He doesn’t have a lot.
via PONTIFICATE
Circuitous, roundabout
Not straight to the point.
You kind of get there in the end
But by a tortuous route.
I’m not sure how ŵe got here
Or quite the route we came
We kind of made it in the end
Via your circuitous route.
I guess it’s the arrival
And getting here that counts
But how we got here I’m not sure
Circuitous the route.
via Circuitous