Posted on 20th May 2021
Planned April twenty twenty-one
Australia to see my son.
Fortieth birthday, surprise treat,
Not aware, so act discreet.
Two years in, Covid's not done,
Postpone to Christmas twenty-one.
Aussies keep their borders shut,
Situation, now clear cut.
Staying closed till twenty-two
Christmas next will have to do!
A small, small world, we used to say,
But suddenly, he's far away.
I'll have to wait for that big hug,
A victim of that wretched bug.
At least we're here, so can't complain
A lot won't see loved ones again.
Those who come through live and kicking
Be thankful that your clock's still ticking.
Next time you, your loved ones see
Give them an extra hug, from me.
Posted on 3rd Apr 2021
The hold up "This is a stick up, hand over the money!" "I will if you want, but I aren't being funny, Even masked up, I can tell it's you sonny. Go home, make the tea, and I'll see you soon, honey."
Posted on 24th Feb 2021
My son Roy
Is two feet tall
This in a boy
Is rather small.
Has great big ears
Which in a girl
Results in tears.
My dog Boo
Thinks he's a cat
He hides his poo
Well, fancy that.
Posted on 28th Jan 2021
Bloodlines My old man is lying here I visit him, but once a year Twenty years this blokes been dead And still he's messing with my head. Parents nurturing and kind for me a joke, they screw your mind I'm not like them,and God forbid That I should ever hurt the kids. Am I any better though? Ask my boys, for I don't know.