Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she sleepily said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
John Thompson 'COMING BACK'
/____BLIGHTY_______ ww1
\
Just got back from visit home. Was nice to get out of the desert for a little while.. unfortunately still have to get back to work at some point...
pennies saved for months
for reprieve from blistering heat
leaving sand behind
greeted by green grass,
cool rain and ale, palate cleansed
barefoot dance under stars
rolling hills, robins
morning songs and crawling pubs
Kodak memories
family and friends
from one coast to the other
sharing past again
tears and embraces
as time moves far too quickly
bursting through the clouds
My trip to mighty Blighty.
At the age of just nineteen
I bought myself a ticket
Packed up all my bags and stuff
And climbed aboard the ship
I was off to mighty Blighty.
And so I left these Aussie shores
And sailed the deep blue seas
I crossed so many lovely countries
And stopped at quite a few
On the way to mighty Blighty.
I travelled through the Suez
Then went on up to Naples
And then off to Gibralta
I saw some lovely sights
As I sailed to the mighty Blighty
Then sailed on to my destination
No more stops along the way
Four long weeks it took this boat
Then at last I spied the shores
As I arrived at mighty Blighty.
23 May 2014.
Stinky Stan the dustbin man
Was always less than fragrant
The aroma hung like cattle dung
And he looked like a vagrant
If you saw Stanley at his work
You’d never call him posh
He wore the same clothes everyday
And never seemed to wash
Our Stanley wasn’t stupid though
In every days collection
He’d find some bits worth having
And soon had a fine selection
Then, one day Stan the dustbin man
Decided to retire
Took his dirty working clothes
And tossed them on the fire
Had a haircut had a bath
A nice hot shower, then
Didn’t feel too different
So, he did it all again
He gathered his collection
All neatly catalogued
Took it to the sale room
Where it was promptly flogged
The piece de resistance was
A painting of a man
He didn’t know the artist
But the experts said Cezanne
It made a pretty penny
In fact a lot of money
So Stanley’s leaving Blighty
For somewhere warm and sunny
© John W Fenn 28-08-2009
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