BogRhymes

At nineteen,
In deserts.
He’s blinding,
Full credits.

From the eyes up,
Grey is what matters.
Outside your ears,
Just chitter-chatters.

I can see his shoulders,
His belt and thighs,
It’s clear he don’t wear braces!
I see feet and toes,
He’s bright tonight,
I can almost see his laces!

My son called it straight,
On his first pancake.
Eat up and don’t wait,
Once gone, next make!

The end of the booming,
The doom is dooming.
People are fuming,
And strikes are looming.

Our boys in blue, solving crimes…
Listen up, this is priceless!
A Pole is stopped fifty times…
His name was Driving License!

Snowdrops,
Are just,
Delightful,
In clumps.

Thoughts are bereft,
No rhymes left,
I said to myself,
You have to write something.

Like small birdsong,
Life will go on,
Enjoy the throng,
Trap yourself by hunting.

Cats and hot tin roof
Youngsters and the youth
Gangsters and the proof
Religious and the truth

Their path is hazy,
Sometimes crazy.
In parts they phase me,
But they amaze me.

My grasp of the world economy,
Is bending.
If every country’s borrowing,
Who’s lending?

Who said it was going to be easy?
Few said it would be this bad.
Lives burnt to bits, Jesus,
It’s too criminal, to be sad.

After harsh Winter, time again to begin,
The rugger starts it, first signs of Spring.
Then in the distance, the thunder of hooves,
Is heard on the breeze, as Cheltenham looms.
A few weeks later, Aintree gives some heart pauses,
Then blooming azaleas, it’s Augusta, Georgia!
Next is May, when the footie finishes,
Every two years, the absence diminishes.
In June there’s The Derby, and there’s Stanley.
Thoroughly untrendy, yet so manly.
Wimbledon wombles along in June,
Not a scoop of cream, too soon.
Sport fans flounder around for a while,
Until the hurling, brings a gasp and a smile.
My diary is empty, but my life is full,
I’m a sports junkie, days never dull.

You talk, talk, talk.
And yap, yap, yap.
Please halt, halt, halt,
Your crap, crap, crap.

The Foxes of Fleet,
Short and Sweet.

With a sprinkling of snow,
A country laid slow.