A Jack The Lad To His
Mrs
(After Marlowe)
Come live with me and be my
love
Though were not wed, were
hand in glove.
Theres a new estate close to South
Shields,
The Council built it on some
fields.
Ive got some keys that fit the
locks
To one of them, dont look so
shocked,
Just tell the inspector when he
calls
That our six kids need roof and
walls.
Its all he needs, cause he
supposes
They live in damp, have runny
noses,
The tale I told, for the last
hurdle.
Oh and put some padding in your
girdle.
Sit knitting bootees in white
wool,
That way theyll think your
bellys full
And know that hardship will
unfold
When the landlord throws us in the
cold.
Dont let on the kids are
borrowed,
Will go back home to Sis
tomorrow,
Or they will never let us
move.
Come live with me and be my
love
A New Me
How slim I was at twenty,
But I fear those days are
gone,
I carry fat aplenty.
Fond memories live on
Of a waist no longer there,
Before I weighed a ton.
My days of long dark hair,
Without a hint of grey,
That made the men-folk stare.
Those days, now far away
Still fill me with regret,
Too bad, they didnt
stay
I miss them so, and yet
Im sure that I can
change
And a better figure get.
Ill gladly rearrange,
To how slim I was at twenty,
And once more Ill think its
strange,
To carry fat aplenty.
Census At Bethlehem Pieter
Bruegel the elder
How well you transferred to
canvas
The night there was no room at the
inn.
How cold and bleak, yet full of
crowds
The place, as Joseph led the pregnant
Mary
On an ass, to be counted by
oppressors.
Did Mary, I wonder, know the birth was
imminent?
Certainly, she wouldnt know the
stir her baby caused.
Worshipped equally by shepherds and by
kings,
By man and beast and worshipped still
today.
The City
The city is a busy place,
Theatres, shops and bars
Line its bustling streets.
Men in suits hurry to and
from
The railway stations to
offices,
Where world trade is carried
out.
But while for some the
streets
Are paved with gold, for
others
Its a hellish place to
be.
Ask the old man in the park,
A cardboard box his only
home,
The girl who sells her body,
Not for pleasure, not for
fun,
But because shes an illegal,
trafficked,
Needs to pay the man who brought her
here.
So, as you walk its
pavements,
Sit in theatres, drink in
bars,
Spare a thought for the man
Whose cardboard box, is home,
For the girl who prostitutes
herself.
Incy Wincie Spider
Incy wincie spider,
Ran round and round the
garden.
Burping very loudly,
He said, I beg your
pardon.
Incy wincie spider
Couldnt find the spout,
He knew there was a drought
on,
So he wouldnt get washed
out.
Incy wincie spider,
Asked a teddy-bear,
Who said, You must be blind, old
man,
The drain-pipes over
there.
Incie wincie spider
Climbed the spout, so steep.
Curled up in his favourite
spot
And promptly fell asleep.
She Takes The Floor
She takes the floor and plans to dance
till morn
Watching her gyrate, her partners ask
for more,
While women view her moves with envied
scorn,
She takes the floor.
My envy of her seeps through every
pore.
I cannot help but wish shed not
been born.
Her conquests now are drawn from every
shore.
The hearts of men, she now from them,
has torn,
They love her as theyve never
loved before,
Too bad shell join her husband,
come the dawn,
She takes the floor.