The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
Categories:
dorking, death, family, forgiveness, god,
Form: Rhyme
Never go back to look for them,
those things you lost,
not just things, like your hair,
or a favorite pocket knife.
Remember 'Teddy Boys' ?
You were born too late
to wear the slim suited, drain pipes,
velvet collared -
all that duck-assed brylcreemed cut,
so why keep looking for what was never you?
There was a time
when you were always au courante,
always abreast of yourself.
Billy the Kid had nothing on your swagger.
Oscar Wilde and Dorian Gray
packaged for eternity,
Bogey and Becall - bundled,
but you kept going back
to look for what you missed
and so missed the train
to Dorking Surry,
and never met that girl.
Categories:
dorking, poetry,
Form: Free verse