Monday, 19 December 2011

Alternative Xmas Carols - The First "Oh Hell"

 


The first, "Oh hell,"
The silly flying things said
As they flew all around
And waggled their heads

Waggling their heads
At the people asleep
They raced their space craft
And crashed into a sheep

"Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell!"
They yelled out aloud as their space craft, it fell.

The poor aliens groaned
And looked up at the sky
They cursed and they swore
But their ship wouldn't fly

Those spacemen worked hard
And got their rocket to start
Then with throttle wide open,
Blew their reactor apart

"Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell!"
They yelled out aloud as their space craft, it fell.

That craft fell from on high
From the East to the West
When over Bethlehem
The engine failed its test

So beware you spaceman
Who fly around in this way
The carol's moral is this
Watch for sheep when you play!

"Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell, Oh hell!"
They yelled out aloud as their space craft, it fell.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Australopithecus to Ecclesiastes



What has been
Will be again

The big boss man,
Lives in the sky

What has been done
Will be done again

The big boss man,
Lives in the sky

There is nothing new
Under the sun

The big boss man,
Lives in the sky

Poor hominid
Shiver in fear

The big boss man,
Lives in the sky

After,
Sunset.


Thursday, 1 December 2011

Bling bling

If all that glitters
Isn't gold

Then,

Gold debased is all
That's sold

Monday, 15 August 2011

All I own

 

"All I own for one
More,
Moment
Of time".

Such hilarity
When,
You own
Nothing.

Flickering shadows
Play,
On the
Cave wall.

Laughing drops of rain
Fall,
Into
The sea.


Friday, 1 July 2011

Winter sparrows

Fatten sparrows
Against this cold
Hardening winter

Tiny heart beats
Shiver with dread
Anticipation

Braced hard against
Indifference,
Icy southerlies

Friday, 18 March 2011

Well rounded


No-one is all that
Well rounded

The best to aim for
Is deformed.

Some hurt themselves
Or, us all

More drink past excess
Drowning souls

Few neurotic freaks
Sounding the same

Fired up with guilt or
Seeking fame

Outlined in sparks
Or, far worse

Some wretched bastards
Write sad verse.