A wee witty ditty about Chris (the Hawk) on BBC 6 Music - as they celebrate World Poetry week
“There is a deejay called Chris
Who loves to play.. go on the pi*s (or take the p*ss)
Getting squiffy he won’t miss
Who went from spiffy quiffy bliss
To an iffy monk haircut abyss
Be remiss not to hiss at this
But still gets the gong & a kiss
Names in song we’ll never ever miss”
a remarkably clever young blue jay
had colorful feathers like egg faberge'
he was beautiful, amazingly gay
I saw him for the first time last Wednesday
Did not hear his name, but I think it was Ray
Did not preen or boast like the human Jay
His pretty feathers had a bit of fray
He has a reputation said neighbor May
Females love seeing him fly and sashay
I first met him at the Flamingo Bay
He has formed a mob that likes to laugh and play
I ran down to the bay to try and see Ray
I had heard that he sometimes is their Deejay
Have you heard him? Asked a family named McVey.
His radio persona name is Doctor Do So Ray.
#TreeHouseInUse stories
#ThursdayNightLadies Night
Today is Thursday and no foul play is reported yet,
We having a greenway all the way?
Hell yeah!!! It's a good day, there is no way you can not obey,
When we applaud the kings of reggae this way..
Ok, know when we explain it all to you, that this is to say
When they make it be about rolling in the hay it means somebody has to pay
Never misplace this thought, keep it contained for decades
Becuase it will be a disgrace if we keep this debate for long
For when we parade these mermaids, understand the mandate thats when we say blue tick ?
Its a checkmate
And named the first aid kid of the night
So Mr Deejay.... it's only on you now!! Mr Deejay how you bring me these drinking songs will perfectly unlock the ding dong that keeps us going, going and going for more??
Doing the sidewalk dance that makes so much sense, now that is getting late????
You can't be everywhere because we are all on sherperds good and bad clock
Hahahaha?? when its o' clock you better not, be in a hurry for that baby talk because when you in Bangkok and labelled as the preferred stock
It only means one thing
#TreeHouseInUse
flurry of wings perch
blue white foam flits breezy leaves
soft call of deejay
13th May 2020
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name Haiku - Blue Jay
Stands a beautiful city of glass, bricks and smooth roads.
French perfumes fill the air;
Cars from the showroom fill the roads;
Designer clothes decorate display glasses in malls...
In the city outskirts,
people sell donkey meat, with the pretext
it's cow meat;
get money from pastoral offerings in the day,
and selling hot coffee in the night;
sell latest movies and music during weekends,
and deejay in clubs during weekends;
borrow old text books from friends,
and start their own libraries;
roast maize by the roadside;
go to the riverbanks and fetch river water,
fill it in containers, and sell it to estates
without water.....
By the end of the day,
everyone wants to earn a daily bread;
wants to smell of French perfumes;
wants cars straight from showrooms;
wants to wear designer clothes....
As the darkness of the night looms in
The Dream-Maker visits us in our bed.
He rides a fine steed of fiery black
With reins as fine as a spider's web.
By his side he carries a golden sword
He never slows down, never lingers.
A salesman dreams of his next commission
As the Dream-Maker rides over greedy fingers.
With silver armour that glistens in the night
He rides through the brain of a radio deejay.
Who dreams of non-stop talking
Without really knowing what to say.
To fool all the people
All of the time is a politician's desire.
So he dreams of an extra brain
In the hope it will make him wiser.
With an helmet concealing an empty face
The Dream-Maker glides over a teacher's lips.
Who dreams of a hidden smile.
To watch over exams that students sit.
No-one will see the Dream-Maker arrive
No-one can escape the Dream-Maker's curse.
Not even the factory creep dreaming of a tongue
Long enough to lick the boss’s ****.
I want to take your hand
And dance with you, on the silver sand
To Nature’s beat and the rhythm of the sea
I want to watch you sway
To the pulsating sounds of club deejay
Lost in the music with your hair flying free
I want to see you dance inside
Mesmerised, as the dancers glide
Across the stage to Prokofiev or Tchaikovsky
I want to take you to our bed
And dance to the music in your head
Lost in the ballet, swaying free
Liquid motion, like the sea
Pulsating to nature’s sensual beat
Glistening in the flames of our passionate heat
Come dance with me…
dreams of the deejay
shakes the core
of my mind
finding me at a lost
by bending my soul
in prefect time
spinning my needs
and folded my thoughts
away~
and so don't
make me wait
Mr. dj
just turn it up
and release me
come on and release me
set me free
to a beat
that can shake me
turn up the sound
and bump me ~
come on
mr. Dj ~
flip the burn
and set my heart
a blaze~
aka:lyricvixen
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