They say the moon flight was staged,
The stars forgot to take their place,
A flag waved in the vacuum of space
The shadows leaned the wrong way too,
The rocket roared, the cameras rolled,
The greatest lie the world was told;
With half a million duped to pray
That 'one small step' was human made.
Why fake a landing? For fame no doubt—
Beat the Soviets, keep Kennedy's promise
Far cheaper to stage than to blast off;
Hoodwinked brains love loony dreams.
A soundstage moon, a painted sky,
Cross hairs appear in the photos
Which all appear too clear-cut
Lighting cache was always just right.
And why’d it take so long to return?
If it was so easy where's the replay?
The silly recent flyby was so easy to fake
Any kid could have done it proud.
But science fakes so many things—
Vaccines, weather, cures, and aliens;
We're all so gullible for a story
Spread as scam jam on wholemeal toast.
So bless the stage, the moon, the men,
The myth that gave hope to a Nation
That we might someday flee to Mars
To live our lovely scams with Elon Musk stars.
picked food is complex
hard to grow, with goodness sparse
slow to chew, digest
native creatures evolved
balancing, yield, taste, and toil
mouthfuls interlaced
fiber, protein, starch, cells, grit
a feast in wholemeal
hunger sated, kept at bay
with low-density nurture
then came processing
oils distilled to easy fare,
grains stripped to white ghost
sugar added to boost taste
complexity was erased
Sweetness in a flash
fat that melts before the tongue
salt sharpening crave
a banquet turned to quick hits
food factories replaced fields
food calorie dense
drove people to gorge too much
with same portion size
so they all became obese
as their bodies begged for more
evidence is clear
just see how fast, how sudden
Polynesians who
adopted Western diets
became fat and unhealthy
rich over-processed
food mutes satiety's bell
body asks for more
calorie-dense concoctions
devoid of complexity
there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…
1.
bread (wholemeal)
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam
2.
onions (red)
tomatoes (finely chopped)
garlic (four cloves)
fireman's ladder (aluminium)
disparity (secretly hidden)
mildness (abundant)
gluttony (almost definite)
mozzarella (abridged)
3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic)
borrow an eagle
book car in to be painted yellow
buy a bucket
start new list
'Six slices a day is the well balanced way'
the boffins back then told us all,
but now I'm not impressed, they say 'wholemeal is best,
and more healthy' their clarion call.
For a good spirit lifter, an evening snifter
was, we were told, good for the heart,
now they say fourteen units (down from twenty-one)
in a week keeps you safe, if you're smart.
'Drinka pinta milka day' the adverts said,
it's good for the teeth and the bones,
now 'half fat, low dairy' the choices are scary
I may well just leave them alone.
Our family had chips cooked in gallons of lard,
spread dripping and salt on our toast,
bacon ate with the rind, and no scraps left behind
gravy made with the juice from the roast.
We ate this sinful food with no qualms or remorse
and left the table feeling full,
those boffins may be right but I think, with hindsight
that their lives must be terribly dull.
It's such a pleasurable thing
having a sandwich to your taste
one that make your tastebuds tingle
you want to enjoy it not to haste
Firstly take nice wholemeal bread
spread on some nice creamy butter
this gives it such smooth texture
not like others that seem to stutter
Put on a fresh iceberg lettuce
covering it with some coleslaw
give it couple slices of cheese
then sliced onions nicely raw
Now to finish it off a real treat
take a few slim slices of ham
honey cured such a sweet taste
giving your tongue healing balm
Just add a little shake of pepper
now you're ready! looks a sight
can't just sit and look there at it
go on! have a munching good bite
For your lunchbox or party, to keep hale and hearty
when it came to consumption of bread,
'six slices a day is the well balanced way'
was what the TV adverts had said.
Then the boffins agreed that the brown wholemeal seed
was healthier for us all but
they have now changed their minds and with research they find
that white slices are good for the gut.
Twenty units of beer we could drink without fear
we were told by the powers that be
but Chief medical advisor who's paid to be wiser
says fourteen is better for me.
Since Adam was weeding the garden of Eden
by wheat and by grape we've survived
ignore the statistics, have bread ,beer and biscuits
and just enjoy being alive.
The pigs got in my garden
They wrecked my vegetable patch
I chased them round all morning
But, not one, could I catch
I tempted them with biscuits
And a loaf of wholemeal bread
They did not seem impressed
They preferred my veg instead
Covered in dirt and sweaty
I continued with my task
Stripped to the waist and grubby
And wearing a muddy mask
My neighbours thought it funny
They were watching me with glee
So I stopped my amusing antics
And had a cup of tea
A plan, I thought, a plan
That’s what I really need
I drove down to the shop
To buy some fresh pig feed
I laid a trail of pig food
Across the garden, to the fence
They started taking notice
They started to see sense
Snuffling down the trail, they went
To the hole from whence they came
Through the gap into the field
To their piggy wig domain
© 03-12-2008
Tandoori,tikka bhuna
chicken ,anyway
samosas and pokoras
wholemeal chapatis
burfi and laddu
dhal but no
Ghee!
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