A lovely week spent on the Antrim coast
the weather was decent but not wonderful
seeing such lovely scenery so green
spectacular views of the hills, a hidden jewel
Many highlights experienced on a daily basis
Giant's Causeway is loved by many fans
the water smashes against the shore
making spectacular photos to spread and stand
There's a lovely walk on the dark hedges
where it filmed 'the game of thrones'
see the places it all took place
brings it all back known where it shown
One day had a trip around the Bally places
then stopped at Port Stewart for ice cream
decided to walk the four miles to Portrush
our main base but the sun, just a dream
To Belfast and the Titanic museum
what amazing facts here on show
such a tragedy those years ago
lives lost, many families filled with loss
So that was my Irish travels so engaging
but an enjoyable and truly learning time
on the last day saw Londonderry's great wall
shows all the past battles now peace may rhyme
(My wife and I spent a lovely week in Northern Ireland a few weeks ago so I've composed this piece in memory of a lovely time)
If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch
If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer balls
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block
If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show
If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.
Don't you care?
Lives are ended daily
The state becomes so bally
to live in, the people killed like
chicks you rear
Yet you move about in a rally
neglecting your promise to care
You are indeed a wally.
Do you really care?
Students stay at home for
weeks, months over four
The education sector is
disintegrating
Yet your beautifulugly children
are advancing
their studies in the whiteman's
country
You indeed are a wally.
I know you don't care
loyal ones are rare
You call yourselves leaders of the
country
Yet you swallow our money
and step it down with adultery
while the commoners are
suffering
In anguish they are living.
No, you don't care
Nemesis is there to care
for you and your generations who
are not here
to see you wear
the garment that will sear
you even to hell.
I stand here you see,
Your Worships, all three,
we know that I'm guilty, it's true.
I'm sure you'll agree,
with my pedigree,
some time, in a jail, I will do.
A lawyer I'll see,
who'll alter my plea
and dazzle, with much bally-hoo.
In Court, you will see,
a different me
and Jury? They won't have a clue.
All humble, I'll be,
with no repartee,
but oodles of deference due.
And when I am free,
as surely I'll be,
I'll blow a sweet kiss - just for you!
~
To Mrs C R Davies (Magistrate.)
For "Blowing a Kiss to You" Contest.
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