I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
Christmas
The decorations are up and the tree is lit
The turkey is croaked and the sprouts are split
The tellies warmed and the bar is open
It’s Christmas again I've got my gift token
The wife’s supine trying out her yoga mat
My favourite films on, but we can’t find the cat
I don’t want nothing, literally got it all
I am so chilled, but can’t stand Davina Macall
The chocolate boxes are open see the raps
To run off the dinner, I’ve done twenty laps
And now The Great Escape, is on the box
I open my last present, another pair of socks
So, everyone is finished, stomachs like hills
I’ve ate all the chocky; drank all the pils
So off to bed, enough food and beer
It’s been the best Christmas, for over a year?
David Cox 7/12/21
Enjoying the gentle breeze,
which flows through the leaves
Vibrant and profound
the playful merry sound
With pleasure I fills,
a glass of cold "pils" _ (beer)
22.06.2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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