Long Moped Poems
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Split the apple, change the chip
Move the wire, solder it
Add a little something new
One more thing your phone can do
Trace the circuit, careful cut
Close the case, snap it shut
Power up, locate the app
Tap the icon: 'Take No Crap'
Stood away from rush hour crowd
Isolated talking loud
HTC in jacket pocket
Apple out for scum to clock it
Moped rider eyes his prize
Dollar signs in place of eyes
Mounts the pavement moving fast
Grabs the phone while speeding past
Owner seems too shocked to grapple
Rider gets a brand new apple
Man retrieves his HTC
Selects the contact: TNC
Watches vermin race away
Got a shock for him today
Thus, when clear from one and all
Single thumb press makes the call
Rider answers with a grin
Places phone beside his chin
One handed, speeds the dotted line
Get lost, Pal, this phone is mine
Then a small explosive rumble
Moped rider takes a tumble
Doesn't stir and doesn't stand
Got no head and got no hand
Split the apple, change the chip
Move the wire, solder it
Add a little something new
One more thing your phone can do
Trace the circuit, careful cut
Close the case, snap it shut
Power up, locate the app
Tap the icon: 'Take No Crap'
In London town this fast food flows
This Pizza ready, one - to - go
On my moped your hot meal glows
Ready and waiting to earn my dough
Pizza man, oh Pizza man
Hurry my Pizza as fast as you can
Top it with onions, peppers n, sauce
Deliver to me on time of course
Dodging through traffic, my engines running
In and out, like a yo, yo, humming
This Pizza man is on the road
Tearing down streets with his box loads
Pizza man, oh pizza man
Hurry my pizza as fast as you can
Top it with onions, peppers n’ sauce
Bring it to me cuz its my main course
Here's my order for my clan
Large Margherretta, yes deep pan
Four garlic bougettes, two cheese cakes
Don't forget the salad and ice cream flakes
Pizza Man, oh Pizza man
Hurry my order as fast as you can
What ever you do don't be late
I don't want it cold, and please shut the gate
© Copyright K.C.Leake January 1st 2014
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.
Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed.
He chased me off, his face spitball of red.
With laughter shaking his feather bed.
I decided to sit in my little she-shed.
Devoured Ritz crackers ‘til I was fed.
Refused to talk to my Uncle Ted.
Who was spitting a story about Brother Ed.
I rode off on my purple and pink Moped.
Had an accident, needed bandage and a med.
The nurse who helped me was named Mrs. Ked.
Beautiful, she was a recent newlywed.
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
I was shocked for a second, but then I read
A book, settled down, no longer in my head.
Seeing the humor of Ed, Zed, Ned and Ted.
It is too cold for bat flights around the moon
but I take the trip anyway,
the jar of moonshine was crazy strong.
When this year topples into the next,
time will find me in a crowded stadium
my back turned from the game in disgust,
or maybe I will be crouched
like a comic book gargoyle on the top of my TV
watching pockets of insanity
explode like grenades
on a plasma screen dream.
If I am able to write without crushing my fingers
I will try to describe the roving bands of reapers
and their scythes;
how those kindly terminators ended
the fun-house peep show,
how also behind those hoody figures
hordes of blank-eyes city workers
dutifully moped up the spill, as if spilled brains
were as hazardous as banana skins.
I know that dire lame dope head
tried to frame me nicking his moped
planned to leave it near my house
after which learn of its whereabouts
then say he saw me sneak about
the night his bike was nicked
when he would claim without a doubt
that I must have stolen it
but he had to drive it up to mine and that’s when his plan went south
he went and lost his balance as he fell off and hit the ground
discovering when he got back up his bike wouldn’t start again
so the plan he had planned out was clearly not happening
so he changed the story and would say
I nicked it fell off it then ran away
as he watched through the window pane
claiming that is what he saw
but when you look out of the window the view is blocked by a brick wall
completely blind to the road where he says he watched me fall
if you think he’s bloody stupid there’s one more thing to hear
I was in Cyprus at the time yet he thought I was here
so he still made accusations saying I nicked his bike
when I was in different country and it’s a vehicle I don’t like
he forgot that when everyone had a bike I didn’t care
thinking his desire to own a bike must be one that we all share
when I said bikes don’t interest me he said that is a lie
the thing is I had gone abroad and that’s a strong alibi
but if he had the awareness to realise at the time
he’d set me up when I was able to do the crime
and that would make it a case of his word against mine
and I would have disfigured Dom’s face leaving him blind
so he’d be left with eyes that work as well as his mind
I crossed from Boston Common to the pub
on Beacon Street. A barstool, banter, beers
awaited me, for I was bound for "Cheers",
the suds-and-suckers landmark of The Hub.
But this was not remotely as I'd hoped.
So small and squat and square, and antiseptic!
A couple from Des Moines, and one dyspeptic
waitress in the "chow shack", neatly-roped.
The silence made me feel I'd interloped.
Twelve bucks a beer. As I morosely moped,
the woman I'd come all this way to see
(so blonde, so buxom, with such perfect skin)
was far too occupied to lunch with me.
Facades are only there to draw you in.
Don’t be melodramatic, Mama Witch said.
Don’t want to take curmudgeon with you to bed.
Little Witch smelled honeysuckle of her Uncle Ted.
It came incrementally as beddy bye book was read.
You’re the kingpin of your life, said her cousin Zed.
She loved it when these spirits came into her head.
Next morning Mama Witch asked “Ready for a moped?”
Why not? Worst scenario she would end up dead.
Which actually meant she would be with Grandpa Ned.
Along with Uncle Ted, Cousin Zed and Auntie Fred.
Little Witch felt glad mama had not followed family tread,
And had named her Little Witch instead of Med or Lead or Shed.
Gale force winds are expected; time to tie your knickers down
All heads bent, and everyone is pushing their way across town
Mouths are tightly shut, just in case their dentures out and fly
Ski goggles are on, just in case you get something in your eye
Skirts are all flying up with long hair that’s blowing out of place
Time you get into work your looking more than a total disgrace
Time is spent behind your desk rearranging all that went astray
Sat there hoping the wind has died by the end of the work day
Dinner; sat on the bench outside, eating someone else’s lunch
As the wind sends their pickle onion right into your own mush
The bloke sat next to you is eating your fly away in my face hair
Reinforcing that old saying, how nice it is for everyone to share
And, no worries about putting your left over rubbish into the bin
The darn bits just fly out again once you have so neatly put it in
Then it is all back to the office heads down and pushing through
As we clogged up the elevator without as much as a say, or a do
Then it is back behind the desk, rearranging all that went a stray
And hoping the wind has died down by the end of the work day
All signs are not looking good as the pigeons huddle on the ledge
Even worse when one drops off, because another in, does wedge
As 5 o’clock end of day arrives and no one is in a great rush to go
Stuck to their seats it’s almost as if the work force is on a go slow
One fresh air freak limbers up and starts heading for the exit door
Wow' one blast of hurricane winds and the guy was seen no more
The thought of settling down for the night was more than an idea
As we started to rearrange “We can do anything with bits of Ikea”
We gave the trouble of eating, to those brave delivery pizza boys
Though when we sent the orders in, the guys were a bit annoyed
It is not much fun delivering pizzas, on a light weight moped bike
One was lifted by the wind, once landed he was **** up in a dyke
The pizza boy arrived, and said that's it the wind has took my bike
We piled all the pizza boxes up, the pizza boy bedded for the night
Then the next day morning came, at last the wind had died down
Drama over we sent the pizza boy home with a tip of half a crown
Her body temp is at ten degrees the coroner said.
He lifted my lifeless hand and I let if flop down by my head.
That tears it, I thought. I might actually be dead.
There is no sign of life or shake of her head?
Medical examiner felt a need to say, and thus said.
So they cut my chest open and out gushed some red.
I was glad they did not do that back on my bed.
I thought feeling nothing, rather amused now instead.
My puffy bloated stomach showed I had been overfed.
Proof is my treadmill with a totally unused tread.
I was lead to heaven by my big cousin Weird Zed.
A sour stinky old man who had never been wed.
He came to collect me on a double Moped.
Heaven had the most luxurious inviting bed.
For once in my afterlife I was glad to be dead.
Only sixty-eight, said my moronic cousin ‘Lil Jed.
I watched my funeral with my other deceased cousin Fred.
I enjoyed seeing my relatives do cartwheels on my bed.
Now they are arguing ‘bout who has to clean my shed.
Verifying one thing. I truly might be utterly dead.
Genghis needed to get his teeth clean
leaving Sassy alone for her first time felt extreme
gather the little guy to get him there by eight A M
Sassy with her long face staring out the window missing him
Had to drop off the old boy and get him at five
went straight home to see if Sassy survived
She was happy at first but sadness appeared
when she didn't see little Genghis anywhere
She remember when I had to take old Kublai away
he has pass and the vet would bury him that day
She really liked the jolly old fat boy Kublai a lot
so Genghis got her affections for Kublai was not
She looked at me with those big soft sad eyes
Sassy if she could would of had a good cry
she thought I took Genghis from her for good
told her he's at the vet but she misunderstood
All day she moped and was depress
no playing or eating just laying in sadness
finally it was time to get him home
She didn't respond at leaving her alone
Genghis had four teeth pulled, little guy was groggy
friend drove us home as I held my little doggie
Open the door no response till I put the little guy down
Sassy looked in disbelief her happiness profound
She whimpered whined with joy and her tail wagging
she sniff and sniff then kissed Genghis who was dragging
Genghis lay down to take a nap his ordeal made him sleepy
Sassy laid facing him tail wagging for she missed him deeply
for the next few days Genghis was never out of her sight
bringing him home ended Sassys very long day in delight.