Saturdays child learns
to tie his shoe laces
one fugit of time cascades
Butchers tales lasting longer
the sound of trees to a blind man
out of fashions glare
I do declare,
Uptight seasons with a ransom to care
Merriments timing celebrating
second gear
Couch potatoes never see the light,
Seldom produce real potatoes,
Or much else that is palatable.
They leave switches on 24 seven,
And don't know what is the purpose of an off switch,
Resulting in bed sores,
Though they seldom get as far as the bed.
It is only the sight of grandchildren,
That is likely to shift them,
Into second gear,
And look for a cake of soap,
Along with a clean face cloth,
To wash the sleep out of their eyes,
So they can find their way to the shower.
If all this happens,
They might even dust the cobwebs off the cake mixer,
And produce something resembling a birthday cake.
So, if your parents are couch potatoes,
You know what you have to do,
If you ever want to see a plate of,
Sausages, peas, corn, mashed potatoes,
Lashings of gravy and tomato sauce ever again,
With carrot cake for dessert,
Followed by potato or elderberry wine,
Perhaps.
There is no time to delay,
As you might not get it right the first time,
And couch potatoes are notorious for,
Checking out early.
Now is the time to shut down the computer,
Or gaming console,
And make your partner's
Day or night.
I vividly recall last year
As winter was drawing near
Whilst driving along the pier
In a jolly mood, in good cheer
When all of a sudden it was clear
My wheel would no longer steer
And I was stuck in second gear
In a state of panic and fear
I knocked over a plastic deer
And toppled several crates of beer
Spinning around a carousel I was hitched to the rear
Of a rollercoaster by the tow bar of my wagoneer
I watched a look of disbelief appear
On the face of the fairground engineer
I must have seemed rather cavalier
A daring, sporting pioneer
Then on a double bend sharp and sheer
I was thrown into the stratosphere
The fairground music grew faint in my ear
As I hovered in the atmosphere
Bobbing in my flying gondolier
I realized I rather like it here….
A snail and a rabbit,
Had a competition called,
The tortoise and the hare,
The rabbit a show off,
Look at my competition,
Ha ha ha,get outta here,
But the snail showed no fear,
Bam,the starters gun,
Starting blocks cleared,
But no matter how the rabbit ran,
The snail found second gear,
The rabbit hits over-drive,
In the distant he disappears,
But every time he stops to rest,
Abra-ka-dabra the snail appears,
50 meters from the finish,
He hears spectators cheer,
And to his disbelief,
A snail being thrown in the air,
Won't tell you the snail secret,
Give my word till death I swear,
Now the rabbit lives in a barrow,
Mocked by his friends he lives in sorrow...
*moral*
Lifes' race is not for the swift,
But for who makes plans and endure it....
There are not many cc’s.
However, this bike moves like the breeze.
Be sure to get your helmet on.
In a few moments, we will be gone.
We shift into first gear.
The engine shows its might
We shift into second gear.
My rider shows some fright.
We shift into third gear
It is time to hang on tight.
We go faster down the road.
We are in for a fun episode.
Call me to the edge my dear
As I abandon all my fears
Wipe the last of lonely tears
My last day on earth draws ever near
Upon the sand my message clear
I lived my life in second gear
Wait for me until you hear
The ringing bells of next new year.
your life’s in a rut
you’re stuck in second gear
quickly losing all you’ve ever held dear
all your ambitions
all your life’s missions
no longer exist in your mind
the things you’ve done were all in vain
nothing you’ve found eases the pain
you want to end it all this very night
you tried to climb to the top
only failing to see
that maybe making it was never your destiny
you’ve no more strength to carry on
your life’s struggles have lasted too long
the ballad of your life is the saddest song
you dive from up high
flying like a fallen angel at last
letting go of your grievous past
the people finally see you from down below
finally see you drowning in sorrow
your time has now come and passed
as your body rains from the skies
everybody finally hears your desperate cries
but it’s too late to help you now
you’re falling down
falling toward your very end
leaving behind no family or friend
you hit the ground
now the world gathers round
staring in wondrous horror
you lie there in death
having breathed your last breath
suffering your life no more