Can you see what I can see Can you see the moon If you can’t see what I see Maybe it’s too soon Can you see what I can see Can you see the sun If you can’t see what I see Surely we are done You have to see what I can see You…
The Waiting Room
Your therapist will find you there When it is your turn, Wait patiently to speak with him And patiently to learn. Your thoughts will be a therapy When you let them go, If you speak your thoughts aloud Really let them show. Give it time, do not hold back When changes seem too soon, Try…
When
When we fart we have a rule To do it in the bath When one of us is very loud The other has a laugh
Disembogue
Christ I’m full of poetry Sleepless tired and grey I write some more to help me But then there’s more to say Every time I write these lines They taunt me from within I need to tell you everything To tell you every sin If penance is a prayer or two I could begin again…
Name
I married for the name you know The old man’s ninety two His name is Georgie Postlethwaite Not Bartholomew Tiggy thought it such a hoot To snare a man like that She called me Mrs Fossilite And married Mr Twatt
Gloria
My sister likes disguises She wears one everyday Without them she is wiser But with them she is gay
Football – he asked me to write it
Her husband likes the football The wife is partial too He says it’s part of who he is She likes the team in blue Her husband likes the football Quite why nobody knows But when they score a goal or two He smiles down to his toes
Redden
Clouds in Clouds out I want them in I want them out Clouds high Clouds low I want the highs I want the lows Clouds whisper Clouds clear I whisper too I am not clear Clouds redden Clouds matter I have reddened I will matter
Disembogue 