Poetry

parish councillor song

…

i’m a parish councillor
& the birdie song
is my mobile’s ringtone

i’m a parish councillor
i cycle with no helmet
‘cos i play golf with death

i’m a parish councillor
& all these cardigans
were hand knitted by artisans

i’m a parish councillor
& once i had a scooby-doo
& hair like george michael

since is the prince
& cash in brown envelopes
& cloudy amber ales

as i’m a parish councillor
& one of my young granddaughters
looks like jimmy nail

yes, i’m a parish councillor
just helping out my friends
& giving something back

oh, i’m a parish councillor
& charity is me
& hallowed by my name

…

tree time

…

we became a tree
with skin as hard as bark
& squirrels upstairs

the woodpeckers peck
the winter storms test us all
with bellowing bursts

of blow yer own horn
but we’re the giants’ hatstands
– owls were here last night –

in the woodland’s bowels
in the here of fade away
waiting for that spring

to reboot like feet
even though we now have roots
in am-dram workshops

…

( instead we )

…

rewrote the dictionary
with a twist this time

fed the magic magpies
& the cheeky jackdaws

swam with snakes & mermaids
& sucked on a polo mint

found a rhyme for orange
in a medieval dung heap

renamed the rain clouds
after eurovision winners

muddled on by
with very little sleep

…

shoezone song

…

i’ve just been to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes

so to go a’ walking
in the fields & woodlands
dawdles down the tree lined
let’s be avenues

my old pair of j.j
.b sports trainers
faded like the last track
sung by a swan

holes in both the soles &
a mouth at the front
exposing hairy toes
where the stitching had gone

so i went to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes

come with me to shoezone
( formally bacons )
bargains for us, darling
plenty to choose

( from )

…