When it comes to Roman Generals there were loads
Scipio Africanus built Spain's roads
Tiberius was serious
And Caesar was a geezer
Mark Anthony and Cleo - horny toads.
When it comes to Roman Generals there were loads
Scipio Africanus built Spain's roads
Tiberius was serious
And Caesar was a geezer
Mark Anthony and Cleo - horny toads.
If I could edit my life
I'd start with this morning
The dog and my wife
I'd remove their snoring
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HOPE AFTER THE RAIN
When all the clouds
Of tears have cried
In our surrounds
Their grief resides
But tears will dry
The cloud it parts
And sun will shine
On broken hearts
Goodbye Trump
You won't be missed
Except by those
Whose cousins kissed
Goodbye Trump
Gimme six!
It's their high-five
When siblings mix.
Groundhog Day in my street. Again. Soon it'll shake to the sound of a moped with a smokers cough. Then a dog will bark. My neighbour will try to start his van; curse, curse again, then drive off in the wrong gear for a hillstart. Then a dog will bark. I shall drink coffee. Again.
If the Earth stopped turning
Then turned the other way
Would it be concerning?
Would we head to yesterday?
Would the clocks stop ticking?
Then tick the other way?
Don't want to be nitpicking
But we've all just done Monday.
The day they turned my streetlights off
I thought it was just pranks
But I was told by some rich toff
That my street crashed the banks.
We never knew we'd crashed the banks
We couldn't work out when
We tried to think but just drew blanks
A bit like Number 10.
Slapstick weather
Frost has sprinkled
Silver sparkles
Across the pavements
Diamonds on the
Soles of our shoes
Mine how you go.
We part our curtains furtively
Me and my neighbour staring
We both don't do assertively
We draw them, both despairing.
Light and rain smears sheen across the platform
waxed by ghost-feet to shiny perfection
by those who arrive
by those who depart
with their tickets stamped they're paying their fee
on the click-clack commute
on the click-clack commute
on the click-clack commute