Every Now and Then

I could be late for work
In the morning,
I might not show my face.
I might go to work
But it’s dawning,
Workplace, I may not grace.

Raining all day, night sees…
The return of the Munching Shell Backs!
Climb on green and white leaves…
To leave holes, and slimy tracks!

If I die before it – throw my ashes,
At the same time when – the wind it blow-O’s!
At the same time just – before Fleet Foxes,
Will start play-ay-ay-ing – Myk-on-O-os!

I stepped outside,
Caught the last few bars,
Of the dusk chorus,
And I felt like joining in.

Our recent robin,
He led the charge,
Singing ‘just adore us’,
And I felt like joining in.

We get the government
We deserve
We vote for them
And then we serve

I grew up near it,
Love it still.
I love its still,
Its deep dear thrill.

Vibrant yellow on the gorse,
Blackthorn are splashed with white.
Fade both will, the blackthorn first,
But for now they bounce the light.

With a little refill,
Sunshine can mend.
Just past mid April,
What a weekend!

Miles of print
Tons of words
Balls of paper
Stutter chords

Miles of print
Loads of bull
Walls of paper
Other worlds

Miles of print
Like that phrase
Minor thirds
Major pearls

Miles of print
Maybe later
Might be great
Could be greater

Back On My Television
Play He!
A Welcome Intrusion
Mais Oui!

A few days ago,
They arrived back,
With a gust -
And an aerial dance!

And they know,
How to make,
Do they just -
A spectacular entrance!

I’ve said it before,
I will say it again.
Lionel Messi,
What a gem!

My baby, she’s asleep…
Shush!
Another drink I sneak…
Lush!

TV3 are proud,
And delighted to host.
Seeing as how,
They feature most.

What’s Not To Like?
Peter And The Wolf!
Ladybird, Butterfly?
The Ad Goes Gulp!

You do a favour…
It goes, swimmingly.
You are a saviour…
Somehow, unwittingly.