Tag: poetry

A Sunday something

Not sure my knowledge of singing ranges is actually accurate here, I did research it but you get the point.

Once a conflicted chap from the clergy

could not resist his evil urge he

started up a boys choir

all soprano or higher

now in jail for his crimes he got caught see

 

 

 

Oh well that’s just lovely

Living the dream now people, living the dream. Abominable I realise. But amost true.

Hey you said he’d not win the election

locking kids up gives him an erection

which he’ll force on your Gran

sister, aunties or Mam

build a dead migrant wall for protection

Haiku perhaps?

Let’s continue the summer theme shall we. There are some sights out there to be seen for sure.

Soaring temperatures

drunk shirtless methodone tramps

all the girls bits out

Today I did actually see what appeared to be a shirtless methadone tramp.  I think he had maybe lost his shirt though or left it in a dumpster because it didn’t seem to be about his person.  Curiously he also had one trouser leg rolled up to the knee whilst he wore the other in the more traditional fashion.

How do I know he was on something?  Well I don’t and I might be super judgy but I think walking down the middle of the road whispering to himself whilst staring wildly at passers by was a bit of a give away.

Still, I’m sure it was lovely to feel the sun on his back as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fine weather we are having.

On the matter of flesh well, you just head down to the market here and you’ll see what I am on about.  Whilst I am all for body positivity whatever your shape or size that doesn’t mean I support adults wearing childrens clothes to go and eat sausage rolls on a bench outside of the bookies.

😉