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What's In the Boot of the Car

Being stuck in a traffic jam
I was shocked to see
A sticker in the window 
of a car in front of me:
It held a lurid message
Of dark and deep despair;
Ex husband locked in the boot 
Open it if you dare.

I laughed a bit, then paused for thought!
What if it really were true,
How do I know theres nothing there?
If I did, What would I do?
I decided I would follow her
Then take a peek inside'
After all you don’t post a note
Of what you wish to hide!

I opened the boot cautiously
And much to my surprise!
A jack-in-the-box sprung out
and hit me between the eyes.
I now know why the boots are up
In the car sales sites I pass:
It confirms no husbands are in them
Who’ve been poisoned shot or gassed.

Robert Cartwright-Davidson (RabCD)

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Untie the Knot This Christmas

Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!

Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."

Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.

Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.

Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!

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Geordie

Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero!
Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero!
He likes tae hog the flair wi’ jokes oh say dreary’
Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee tadge weary.

He has a better side but it’s hidden oot o’ sight,
An’ onything he says, Ye’ve guessed, he is ayewis right!
Ah’m no sayin’ he is stoopid, that wid be unkind;
Aw he really needs is a kick up his behind.

Hooever, he’s ma brither sae ah’m gi’en’ him some flack;
Ah’m share that when he reads this he’ll gi’e me plenty back:
Ah suppose ah really like him, weel jist a tiny bit,
Even wi’ his awfy childish doonbeat wit!

Ah should stope ma ramblin’s an tell ye somethin’ guid!
It isna really true that his heed is made o’ wid;
Naw, he’s truly brilliant….when he is far awa’,
An’ talkin’ oan the telephone he’s like a babblin’ Craw.

AYE FOLKS THAT’S MA BRITHER!!!!!! An’ ah love him!

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The Golf Club Auction

Based on a poem by an unknown poet and written for a friend who bought a club at a golf auction! 


It was old and scarred and the Auctioneer 
Thought it scarcely worth his while 
To waste much time with the old Mashie. 
So he held it up with a smile: 

"What do you bid good folks," he cried, 
"Who'll start bidding for me? 
A pound, a pound" then "Two only two? 
Two pounds and who'll make it three? 

Three pounds once; three pounds twice; 
Going for three" but no: 
From the back of the crowd an athletic young man 
Said, "Please let me give it a go." 

Then wiping the dirt from the old Mashie, 
And placing a ball on the ground, 
He hit it as far as the eye could see, 
And said, "I guess it's worth more than a pound." 

The ball came to rest and the Auctioneer, 
With  a voice that was quiet with awe 
Said, "What am I bid for this old Mashie? 
You all know what we just saw! 

A thousand pounds so who'll make it two? 
Two thousand and who'll make it three? 
Three thousand once, three thousand twice; 
And going and gone!" said he. 

The crowd all cheered but some of them said, 
"We do not quite understand? 
"What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply; 
The touch of the Master's hand."

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Constructive Criticism

Poetry is subjective and can be written how you like;
There are many different ways in which to write.

You can put it down as prose or create some double rows,
Triangles, squares etc. are alright.

I had feedback yesterday from a person with no name;
I guess most of you have had some too.

He said my poetry’s bad, archaic and awfully RANK;
But I don’t write for him, I write for some of you.

Constructive criticism is welcomed by us all
To help us each achieve a higher goal.

To knock for knockings sake is very bad indeed
It makes a normal person less than whole!

If you have something to say, make sure you give a rock
To the person whom you wish to criticise.

Give them helpful hints; you’ll find that the response
Will illuminate from their ever grateful eyes!

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I Walked a Mile With Pleasure

What did Pleasure do? She robbed you!
"But it was great while it lasted!"......Was it?


I walked a mile with Pleasure; she took my breath away,
She told me how she'd laughed and danced many nights away,
With unsuspecting people, whom she'd captured with her charms;
How she'd smothered and cajoled them, in her all embracing arms.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; her allure was plain to see!
"They worshipped what I stood for! The world they wanted me.
They reached out in their blindness, through boredom and despair;
Pleasure is what they asked for and Pleasure was right there."

I walked a mile with Pleasure, she loved extravagance!
She captivated millions and put them in a trance.
She robbed them of their money, pride and self esteem
And left them cold and hungry with half remembered dreams.

I walked a mile with Pleasure, she said, "They could have run!
They could have moderation! Instead they wanted fun.
My role was very simple! It was to satisfy!
I gave them all they wanted and that I can't deny!"

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The Bandit Kings! (A Golf Poem)

Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!

Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae score yin point.
Ah feenish the game an’ come in fur a jar,
ma boadies awa’ oot o’ joint.

Jack, Bernard and John, coont up the scores, 
Tae see which yin o’ them’s won.
Me ah look doon at ma pitifu’ caird.
"Nae guid wi’ a hunner an’ one."

Bernard says, "Jack what have you scored?"
In his posh Yorkshire dialect tone;
Jack’s lingo is great at a rugby club bash
But no’ sae guid oan the phone.

The Caverley Poond is played doon the last,
The lowest net score scoops the lot:
They’ve aw hit great drives right doon the middle;
Noo they wait for a shoat frae the Scot!

Ah dinna let them doon, ah’ve duffed ma ba’,
It’s flown fifty yairds, nae mair;
Ah tak’ oot ma five wid an’ gie it a heave
An’ they aw begin tae stare!

The ba’ flies superbly, as tho’ it had wings
An’ sails richt intae the hole!
Ah’m happy ah’ve taken these bandits doon,
At last ah’ve achieved ma first goal!

The moral o’ this tale is keep yer sporran zipped up
Dinna let them see a wee groat:
They’ll hatch oot a plan tae help themselves
Tae aw the shillin’s ye’ve goat!

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We Will Stand Together

We will stand together what a wonderful vocation, 
despite the wars and conflicts in many of our nations. 
We will stand together in these our days of need, 
despite a world filled with power, envy, lust and greed. 

We will stand together no matter what the cost, 
the battle's now beginning the victory's far from lost. 
We will stand together defending all that's right, 
not buckling from the pressures or being put to flight. 

We will stand together and that is our decree, 
despite our being barraged by endless bigotry. 
We will stand together, hear our mighty battlecry; 
Victory for Jesus Christ and that is not a lie!

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If You Were a Christmas Gift

If you were a Christmas gift
I'd never let you go!
I'd keep you very close to me
so everyone would know:

That you are oh so special,
a present very rare;
All would understand
why I really, truly care!

Romance needs Christmas magic
and a seasonal array;
of all the world's treasures
to make a grand display!

Your inward hidden beauty
would clearly be revealed;
This romance at Christmas,
with a kiss, is truly sealed.

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Golf At Calverley Is Not a Good Walk Spoiled

Golf is not a good walk spoiled 
As some folks would suggest!
It’s a game where you can find,
Nature as your guest.

The Woodpecker in its finery,
Peck, peck, pecking away.
The Red Kites flying overhead,
Wow! That sure makes one’s day.

We saw the owl in the trees,
Just after morning light!
What a wonderful experience,
An exhilarating sight.

The Roe deer on the fairways;
The Foxes sloping by:
Swallows, Jays and Robins,
These all make one sigh!

The golf adds to the pleasure
Creating a healthy atmosphere:
There’s so much enjoyment on our course
Every day throughout the year.