A pigeon
On a rainy slate roof in July
Composes a haiku
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Under Construction 7
Do you ever feel sorry for inanimate objects?
The time you poured coffee into the cup with the teabag
And had to throw the teabag away?
Remember giving the last rites
To your favourite shoes?
The toilet roll that fell down the pan?
The hammer taken to Gran’s wardrobe.
The love letter that you found
By the bus stop?
The time you poured coffee into the cup with the teabag
And had to throw the teabag away?
Remember giving the last rites
To your favourite shoes?
The toilet roll that fell down the pan?
The hammer taken to Gran’s wardrobe.
The love letter that you found
By the bus stop?
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Rupert
Today I am
drifting around town
in a small boat
searching for Rupert
Floating along flooded streets
watching the rats
swimming in the evil waters
I am scanning the rooftops
searching for Rupert
Looking for a lad
Stranded on a roof
dressed in red
waving his school bag
I have a ladder in this boat
But have not yet had
The chance to use it
I have rescued seven rats
Who, although very pleased,
Are all crouched nervously
In the stern
Keeping as far from Kenny
As they can
drifting around town
in a small boat
searching for Rupert
Floating along flooded streets
watching the rats
swimming in the evil waters
I am scanning the rooftops
searching for Rupert
Looking for a lad
Stranded on a roof
dressed in red
waving his school bag
I have a ladder in this boat
But have not yet had
The chance to use it
I have rescued seven rats
Who, although very pleased,
Are all crouched nervously
In the stern
Keeping as far from Kenny
As they can
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Under Construction 6
Don’t let your bits go to sleep
Be careful with your leg draped over the arm of the chair
Or you’ll stand up
And promptly fall over again
Like you did on Tuesday
Knocking the cup of hot chocolate, drinking chocolate
Over the new, cream carpet
And surprising the cat
Who leapt between Mum’s legs
Just as she was carrying the chain saw
From the kitchen into the back room
Dropping it and inadvertently turning it on
And sawing the TV in half
All I’m saying is
Be careful, that’s all.
Be careful with your leg draped over the arm of the chair
Or you’ll stand up
And promptly fall over again
Like you did on Tuesday
Knocking the cup of hot chocolate, drinking chocolate
Over the new, cream carpet
And surprising the cat
Who leapt between Mum’s legs
Just as she was carrying the chain saw
From the kitchen into the back room
Dropping it and inadvertently turning it on
And sawing the TV in half
All I’m saying is
Be careful, that’s all.
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