Send 3/4d we're going to a dance.
Message received but not understood,
Sorry lads we're on our own, no one's going to come,
Somehow, he never thought they would,
Maybe if I sent just one man instead of passing it on,
With reinforcements we may have had this battle won.
No one should shoot the piano player he only plays what's wrote.
Instead of passing word of mouth, he should have sent a note.
Maybe this is just a wartime myth just to raise a laugh.
If it's not, then it surely was one hell of a serious gaff.
© Dave Timperley 18/10/2021
Ahem!....
‘‘Tis the 13th on this Friday
The gathering hast commenced
O’ splendid eve for this soirée
I hope you brought refreshments
For on this day of misfortune
The unluckiest of days
Strive to change your misconception
We will tempt you several ways
There will be songs that are sung
Instruments played for all
Brought about by hand and lung
Poems tear down the wall
Vocals range from soul to choir
Music made from plucking string
To perform, ‘tis their desire
Do enjoy what it may bring
Leave your prejudice behind
It’s not needed here
We accept all creed and kind
In this atmos’phere
Now come one and come all
Do keep your voices low
We’re bound to have a ball
So please enjoy the show
Now! Without further ado
Kris is here to welcome you!
Shoeshine Joe.
Thruppence for a shoeshine, that's what Joe will shout.
Tuppence for a bulling up as he smiles and looks about.
Drumming up trade these days is harder than before
his dad was a lad and ran this pad when he was twenty-four.
But jobs they're hard to come by with many on the dole.
I'll give you fourpence one man shouts for tongue, top and sole.
Blimey that's a good one he snaps him up right quick.
Sits him down with a smile and cleans his shoes real slick.
That's grand the man retorts as his shoes reflect his face
He pays Joe with a sixpence and says, don't leave this space.
From that day on shoeshine Joe's business began to grow.
And now he owns a shoeshine shop.
The best shoeshine from Joe.