Diffident and quite reserved

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Diffident and quite reserved

He was loath to join in

And would rather observe.

 

He’d keep his distance

Quitely watch

He didn’t care for others much.

 

Meal times he would eat alone.

And, as for company

Preffered his own.

 

Yet there’s little doubt

He didn’t miss much.

We didn’t know him

But he knew us.

 

He’d stand to one side

And just observe.

What lay behind

That quiet reserve?

 

 

 

 

 

via Observe

A response to the Daily Prompt

Asian Elvis

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Come and see our Asian Elvis

Rockin Indian restaurant.

A rocking, rolling Elvis

Version of the Vegas one.

Hotter than the hottest jalfrezi

Cooler than a poppadom

Rocking, rolling Elvis

Grooving in the Indian restaurant.

Said he’d been away some

Come back sporting a tan.

Spitting image of Elvis

Hip strutting Asian man.

Rock right out of Chenai

Shout out for Mumbai

Sounding just like Elvis

Rocking right out of LA

Jumping across two cultures

Smiles all round the room

Good vibes round the restaurant

Grooving to a common tune.

Abrupt

You’re curt, abrupt, so very rude

Why must we put up with you?

Brusque, abrupt and so off hand

What are we supposed to do?

 

The simplest statement sets you off

As if you think we’ve challenged you.

Snap, bite off the speaker’s head

What the hell is up with you?

 

You’re on your own, I’m out of here

No point putting up with you

Treatment cavalier and rough

I won’t take any more from you.

 

via Abrupt

A response to the Daily Prompt

Something up your sleeve

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When some of the magic’s missing

No rabbit’s come out the hat

It helps if you’ve something

Hidden up your sleeve.

 

Some will roll their sleeves up

And just get down to work

But proper magic only comes

From something up your sleeve.

 

You might perform a card trick

Get by with sleight of hand

But the only way to ensure success

Is something up your sleeve.

 

via Sleeve

A response to the Daily Prompt

Jack in the Green

 

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Jack, Jack, Jack in the Green

Fetch him out to lead the dance

Was a finer sight ere seen?

 

Dancing, dancing all in green

See Jack twist and turn and prance

Jack, Jack, Jack in Green.

 

Jack, Jack where you been?

Is it summer come perchance?

Was finer sight ere seen?

 

Summer’s come and we can dance

Winter’s gone at last.

Jack, Jack, Jack in Green

Was finer sight ere seen?

May Day

One day four possible meanings.

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Dancing, garlands,  ribbons, pole

Workers, marches, labour, proles

Election, speeches, Theresa, poll

May Day, May Day urgent call.

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Astonished

pexels-photo-848740.jpegAstonished, astounded

Surprised and quite shocked

My faith in humanity

Shaken and rocked!

You oughtn’t have done it

You really should not.

It’s really quite dreadful

And won’t be forgot!

Astonished, confounded

Confused and bemused

Who’d have expected

That you’d hold such views?!

It’s really surprising

I’m taking it hard

Just so astonished

You’ve caught me off guard.

via Astonish

A response to the Daily Prompt

Runners and Joggers

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Runners run cos they love to run;

And feel the wind on their legs.

Joggers run cos they like cake

And need to lose some weight.

Runners get slim so they can run

They think that running’s fun.

Joggers run to make them thin

They think that running’s grim.

Dear Harry and Meghan

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Dear Harry and Meghan

I hear she’s let you down.

The proper Poet Laureate

Hasn’t done a poem.

I hope you know I offered

I’d love to write for you

It won’t be nothing fancy

But I’ll see what I can do.

I’ll try to get it rhyming

Proper poetry

There will be some advantage

Of having one from me.

Wouldn’t it be lovely

If others wrote one too.

We’ll shower you both

With poetry. It will be beautiful.

Send links to your Royal Wedding poems. I’ll reblog them on Andrew Green’s Poems.

Tantrum



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Not another tantrum

A viscous show of pique

Hate it when you show us

Your mean and viscous streak.

Spare us all your temper

Things flung across the room

Whatever has provoked it

It’s you ends in the wrong.

Spare us all your tantrum

Your viscous hissy fit

Control your wicked temper

Just calm down a bit.

via Tantrum