sagger maker’s bottom knocker from barnsley
one of the last of a now dead trade
famed for his skill and precision
where ever saggers had been made
forced to redundancy’s scrap heap
by world wide non demand of his skill
lack of money and self respect
made him tired and physically ill
took up dwile flonking in somerset
became a regular girter of the team
but regular skilled work remained
his great and longed for dream
flonked by a wanton driveller thrust
which he sadly failed to catch
led to his early demise
and an unfinished match
so take note passing stranger
of his sad demoralising tale
a tragic life so swadged short
by dwile flonking and real ale
he rests beneath this stone
his driveller in his hand
the finest sagger maker’s bottom knocker
ever seen in this fair land
Categories:
saggers, dedication, eulogy, humor, obituary,
Form: Rhyme
sagger maker’s bottom knocker from barnsley
one of the last of a now dead trade
famed for his skill and precision
where ever saggers were made
forced to redundancies scrap heap
because of lack of demand for his skill
lack of money and self respect
made him feel tired and ill
took up dwile flonking in somerset
became a regular girter of the team
but regular skilled work remained
his great and longed for dream
flonked by a wanton driveller thrust
which he sadly failed to catch
led to his early demise
and an unfinished match
so take note passing stranger
of his sad demoralising tale
a tragic life so swadged short
by dwile flonking and real ale
he rests beneath this stone
his driveller in his hand
the finest sagger maker’s bottom
knocker ever seen in this fair land
Categories:
saggers, death, eulogy, humor, memorial,
Form: Rhyme
She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex.
Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns.
Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughter and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Driving a white Mercedes Benz
he couldn't stop his obvious stare
her dark shining beauty, checking out his ride.
She said "pull over to the side"
can I have your number, if you dare?
Dinner and a movie, a third date
a short, red, sexy dress, she waited
high heel boots, leopard print
A cute couple, away they went.
Before the date could even begin
interrogated by her parents.
well mannered, mature, well dress
he's got it all together.
no non sense,10 years her senior.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughters and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Categories:
saggers, chanukah, romance, romantic, ,
Form: Prose Poetry