at the edge
of the world
I will disappear
Rise and Shine Sport,
Trucks and cars everywhere
All cars have their share
On never ending roads
Filled with heavy loads
So roads need support
Rise and shine sport,
Drivers with selfish greed
Drivers who cannot read
The rules of the book.
My mother is the rook
The twats are other sorts
Rise and shine sport,
The clock is ticking.
Better keep driving
Until time runs out,
Her boss runs her mouth
And files her report
Rise and shine sport,
My heart pounds and pounds
Like a merry go round
Eyes on a ring road
Or stitches would be shown
Might as well find the airport
Like a soul, to the devil sold, fools gold is old
Its always there, like a wishful thinking marital affair
But who is fooling the who out there
Drink invites the courage of the Dutch, its said
Do not let the she siren into your head, or your bed
Otherwise the warmth that is already within, so nice
Will turn colder and colder then freeze, like ice
Like a soul to the devil sold, its false, worthless, be bold
Better to mend a relationship that has slipped a few rules
Than to take the false gold that tricks only fools
Like a mirage in the desert air
There is no reality there
The vows of the marriage verse
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
Marriage is not a dead end street
Its a ring road where two hearts will meet
16 November 2016
The big debate : “What is a city ?” –
A town created by a charter
And often with cathedral church
But sometimes with an ancient abbey.
St David's, Pembroke is the smallest,
Just twelve hundred citizens
And London is by far the largest,
Populous eight million plus.
Many sprawling conurbations
Are the backbone of our nation :
There's Leeds and London, Bath and Bristol,
Canterbury, Sheffield, Hull;
Then Cardiff, Glasgow, Edinburgh,
Norwich, Wells and Peterborough,
Oxford, Cambridge, Manchester,
Swansea, Truro, Chichester,
Worcester, Portsmouth, York and Belfast,
Carlisle, Chelmsford, Perth.
In cities there is entertainment
With cinema and theatre too,
Museum, gallery and concert hall –
A cultured way of relaxation.
A city has a green side too
With parks and gardens to explore,
Pedestrian precincts help us shop
Away from traffic noise and fumes.
I recommend a city visit,
So many secrets are in store.
Leave your car outside the ring-road,
Hop on a bus to start your tour.
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
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