Forsooth and forlorn ferocious I fried,
Before Bibawhack, my baboon bastard's bride.
To teachy thee a truth, Ye took And Ye tried…
On yon odorous oxters [as the ocean tide.]
Guarengriddle Green, elope, elope. Makes watery- eyed.
So send it soft, send it soon, spittle spot, easily spied.
Him and she, Her and He hurtle and hide…
Disenchanted, disabused, deceased I died.
My son confessed
His room’s a mess
My daughter, amused
Her ~ mom disabused
It's time that you were disabused,
of notions that I am bemused,
but if you feel I am confused,
it will not leave my ego bruised.
I hope that I can be excused;
it seems my muse simply refused.
‘Obligatory’ has been used…
Brave condor, you are a winged wonder
O, breathtaking bird --- PLOP! ---
I need to shampoo my hair and ponder
Noble steed, racing like the wind o'er yonder
O, swift stallion --- NOT THAT WAY, CRAZY HORSE! ---
I must be ever on guard for thoroughbred blunders
Graceful swan, gliding downstream, you wander
O, crown of aquatic creation --- STOP THAT HONKNG! ---
I need intermingle this creature with the duck, the goose and the gander...
How Romantic was I, but so confused
~ Of youthful notions, now disabused
Inner child, forever confused?
Puzzled by alcohol misused.
His angry dad when so infused,
Did with hand, belt and bat abused.
Inner child, cruelly accused,
With arms and hips then deeply bruised.
His ‘self’ reduced and made diffused,
Mental pain left talents unused.
Inner child, who was once enthused,
Broken by violence, excused.
Mind distorted by truth refused,
Shrouded by lies mum circumfused.
Inner child is with hope transfused
And, by sound help, self-love infused.
Where visceral doubt, once oozed,
This inner child now disabused.
(Disabuse: To persuade someone that a belief is mistaken)
Dedicated to the Rev. Antony Barraclough, whose spiritual guidance and humanity, enabled me to find hope and peace among the living.
To all who suffer from Delusions of Importance
I have strict diet – no moderation with Humble Pies;
Breakfasts, Lunches, Dinners; meanwhile
Don’t forget Snacks in between and multiple Desserts.
Thee Cured at the end; Disabused of Grandeur.
What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
of my own imagination?
Philosophically disabused.
I think therefore I am
confused.
Hydra-headed monster, corruption
The master of our nation
In our face and all facets
Our progress' pace, it dictates.
Now it's normal, by christening
Made formal by rebranding
Existing laws are bypassed
News ones? Not needed!
Clerics, step up your say
Teachers, justify your meagre pay
At home, young minds must be disabused
This game, it's high time it ceased!