Sheila’s daddy was a sailor
He came home on leave for a week or two each year
Her mother had passed when she was a baby
She lived with her aunt’s family
Sheila was thrilled whenever Daddy came home
Usually in November and May
Daddy was so warm and exciting, and he had hazel eyes like hers
When she was eight he was home to attend a Daddy-daughter dance.
Sheila had never been as happy as that day
She loved showing him off to her friends.
Many of them did not believe she had a daddy.
She remembered that day for the rest of her life
Whenever she missed her daddy she would take out the photo
Of her dancing in red patent leather shoes
She never again experienced that kind of joy
It was the last day she saw her Daddy.
Categories:
sheilas, daughter, father,
Form: Narrative
Paris Down Under
I heard the thunder
all the kangaroos hid
children screamed in fear
the witch, her brew asunder
I calmed the innocent
peace is within my sphere
I danced with a Wolfe
Birds took a glance at philosophy
A druid mumbles
give peace a chance
I swallowed a lemon
said are crazy Sheilas in sanity?
Life full of questions
answers fly in the wind
just remember these wise words
ignore the ugly echo's
of skeletons in the wind
Categories:
sheilas, africa, analogy, halloween, paris,
Form: Free verse
Strength of serve, or length of pools?
Don't even argue - you won't win.
Eight balls an over? Just give in.
No point fighting Aussie Rules.
Accommodating? Yeah, like mules.
Amenable to consultation?
Better save your respiration.
Aussies play by Aussie Rules.
What of cute romantic duels?
If you'd like to talk to Sheilas,
got to get down on your kneelers.
One thing works - that's Aussie Rules.
You want to argue? Hide sharp tools.
What's give-and-take? What's by-your-leave?
She'll have a hammer up her sleeve.
Blood's often drawn in Aussie Rules.
This bird won't suffer whinging fools.
No Metternich, no Franz Von Papen,
it's HER way, or it doesn't happen.
Three syllables, mate - Aussie Rules.
Categories:
sheilas, humor, , cute,
Form: Rhyme