Rambling Rhymes


I like you naked next to me

Even though i’m fifty three

I like your lips, I like your hair

But Best of all I like you bare.


Thats it I’m finished with sinning

It was a mistake from beginning

That bite of the apple did for me

I’m out of the garden don’t you see

I tried to tell him Eve led me astray

But God said no be on your way

So thats it I’m out,  its all gone wrong

because of a woman I was  tempted along

But on reflection, Eden’s tame

I like some fun and Lilith is game

I’m off with her, God can whistle

He’d only come out with another epistle

Leave him his Eden, we’ll find somewhere new

A place for sinning, just me & you.



Your eyes are sublime

But they’re not in line

One looks east the other west

Im not quite sure which one is best

but the thing that I like most of all

Is that you are extremely tall

And of course that you are happy

even when I’m being crappy

and as for me I think I’m shallow

a little bit soft like a soggy marsh-mallow

love is blind thats what I’ve heard

but frankly this is just absurd

For loving is a fine pastime

When goofy eyes speak love to mine.

Fifty Three 

Oh my God am I really fifty three?

a mistake, an error  it cannot be.

Last thing I remember was the big four-0

Thirteen years where did they go?

Fuck it I ain’t doing it just you see

Botox , implants, monkey glands for me

I’m not going quietly, bollocks to that

A receding hair line, so I will wear a hat.

Hair dye, massage, yoga to,

any old ship in a port will do.

If all else fails then I have a plan

Lie about my age and be a younger man.

Growing gracefully old?  it simply wont do

I’m off to the parlour to get a tattoo.

But oh my God I am fifty three

& despite the years I’m plain old me.

Just you wait and watch down the line

I will be a  splendid fellow at  fifty nine

At seventy if I make it that far

I may decide to learn the guitar

at Eight-two if I make it to then

learn Japanese & the art of Zen

At ninety two I will take up trapeze

and visit the Congo to spot chimpanzees

At ninety three I will take a train

Siberia,Murmansk and back again

At ninety four to Salvador

For carnival, caprinhias and a whole lot more

And when at last I reach a ton

Look back at my years remember the fun.

Then off to shangri-la I’ll go

Trapsing through the mountain snow

To find a monk in a temple there

to  teach me buddhism and tantric prayer

Each beginning has an end of that I’m sure

Just reincarnate and come back for more

Maybe a camel or a scorpion me

or a lazy  sloth who hangs in a tree

You don’t chose your body its a gift you see

Just living the way you were meant to be

Life is a gift from where I’m not sure

But the thing about life is you always want more.



empty of meaning,

absence of feeling,

best forgotten

taste of it rotten

better a new tale

old one felt stale

Somewhere new

Where there’s no you

how do you leave a lover?

One step first and then another.



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