Deck the Halls
Whacked the guy that stole my money
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Jail's the place for you now, sonny,"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Grant you pardon? Kill that notion!"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Toss the key now to the ocean
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Good King Wencelas
Christmas Day has come around
Let's play Dirty Santa
Where your goodwill won't rebound
We'll just go bananas
Be as cheap as we can be
Spend no more than fiver
And I think we all agree
Everyone's a miser
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
A bad girl I've been
Forgive me my sin
Please don't give me charcoal
For the gift swap this year
she had a fiver in her pocket
but couldn’t flip it, like in days of old
then
without those satin liners
a hole seized what little she had
and
she leaned over to find a useless penny
engraved with Abe Lincoln’s head
cut off
from making anything at all
happen in this tough life
still
she read of someone who had
spun straw into gold
must
she give up her firstborn
to a chump like Rumplestiltskin
will
money make her a monster
is that what she’s really after
then
she slips on a banana peel
no it was her crisp fiver
which
she slips into a poor man’s hand
he accepts without regrets
and
takes her hand in marriage
he turned out to be rich after all
where
would she be, if she had
listened to the beast
Echoes
off tenement windows,
sound mixed
with fluttering glimpses
of fake hanging ghosts.
Perhaps
we’re only just
remembering, or
noticing how much
we usually forget.
For a fiver I can get
some rides on the outer
or inner, more
tenement windows,
more music.
I take a puff
outside Partick
station, then go about
my business
with a grin.
Echoes
off tenement windows,
sound mixed
with fluttering glimpses
of fake hanging ghosts.
Air smells of October.
Perhaps
we’re only just
remembering, or
noticing how much
we usually forget.
Soon it’ll get colder.
For a fiver I can get
some rides on the outer
or inner, more
tenement windows,
more music.
Colder air makes bolder.
I take a puff
outside Partick
station, then go about
my business
with a grin.
Overnight shall sleep The Delayed Inspector
In a swarming-with-mosquitoes Sector:
The exact wish of his host and Rector
Wishing him the company of Malaria’s Vectors
And the keenest battles with Their Directors,
Since he mustn’t The School Inspector hector
But can’t him leave The Victor
Of a supervisory Role, Very Rude
And intent display of The Shrewd.
A Thirty-fiver impressing he could deprive
A Fifty-fiver of his sole drive,
Teacher watchers shocking as he strives
To mar that on which he thrives;
Wherefore it has to now be
And ever by payback be
A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net
That Malaria makes A sure bet
And Eyelids with begging tears wet.
around and around we go
where fate leads us no one knows
misfortune awaits
our lives a mystery in the wake
the heart is a journey
the soul is our guide
looking for a beautiful truth
not a fiver of sorrow
I'm anyone's fool
I trust to fast,
love too fast,
rush in where I don't belong,
cause I'm just a fool
looking for love
Guest speaker was Mr Shaw-Twilley
I guffawed, his surname’s so silly
I slipped him a fiver
To say my name’s Ivor
It sounded like I’ve a Short willy
N B Shaw-Twilley is a real surname!
09/24/21
The wife is an Uber striver
Servicing the Nine to Fiver
The back seat's so worn
The cops suspect p..n
They're looking for a screwdriver
Billy boy Morris was known for dropping a clanger
He bought a new car that was a complete banger
Prone to making at least a mistake once a day
Is it best to ignore him and keep out of his way ?
Billy boy Morris had a good steady job in a bank
If an extra fiver received to Billy you should thank
Catching the bus home was a catastrophe too
For he caught the wrong one that's certainly true
The meal he prepared was in the oven too long
Poor Billy boy Morris always got things wrong
One thing however he always got right
He slept like a baby each and every night
The mystery
of history
got me making a wish for me
that just maybe
my progeny
can skip the tragedy
of human fad n' greed
how we grab n' plead
get mad n' bleed
over what? Some cash n' weed?
What fools are we
We all too cool for we
Play each other, sick for money
Pawns and sheep
For the powers that be
What special flowers are we
Grown up too fast, like a weed
Get poisoned and smashed like a weed
Being told we are happy n' free
Asking mom to spot me a fiver, or three
Fed circus n' bread, sated with insipid glee,
Empty with idolatry
Picking up pieces of scattered priority,
how so very sad are we?
nonsense purity
polymer
a squeezing of something
out
a tri fold with scores
of plastic, so necessarily unfulfilled
with pictorials
a social security card,
a card from the merchant marines
with a face
eleven dollars, a fiver
and six ones,
and a diners card
weak elbows,
furrowing brow
the smell of a polish
delicatessen on
his breath
Oh come
all ye faithfuls
Mexico, Poland
Bolivia
He wears a
Movado
Then craves
for bagels
with locks after
playing Polo
Peace!
What will I write next, I'll give you a few guesses
Problem is, none of 'em count, may you cause distresses
This guy don't know either
What if I give you a fiver
Will that do the trick or will this quiz mess your tresses
A Christmas smile
A Christmas greeting
These things, have bigger meaning
They represent, warmth and hope
For a day when our politicians
Promote love, not war
And respect, for all living things
Animal, Human, Plant, big and small
When there's no veterans, on our streets
No needy child, ignored
When protecting our wildlife from harm
means more than a trophy,
handbag or fur charm
When there's no such horror
as a dog-meat farm
The day we truly understand
the meaning of community
a better brighter day, for all, there'll be
Spread love this Christmas
A smile, kind word, warm food,
Your last fiver to the someone
who needs it more, than you
God bless this world, this Christmas
May our joined spirit bring us hope
to last a lifetime, of good cheer
and an end to fear!
It would be so unbelievably easy to give that half an hour talk of whatever for just a fiver with meaningever
Why existence wouldn't trade it?
Mean
ingless
A drummer, two guitars and bass
Were playing in the perfect place –
Right near the entrance to the park,
The ideal spot to make their mark.
The instruments alone supplied
The soundtrack which so satisfied
That singing really wasn’t missed;
To listen, one could not resist.
We grabbed a bench and sat a while.
No passerby held back a smile.
The concert, naturally, was free;
Five dollars garnered a CD.
Their bag filled up with money tossed,
The music worthy of the cost.
A little jazz can quite transfix
And so our fiver joined the mix.
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