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Thursday, July 7, 2011

THE WEDDING

'Fantacia'  by  Trish
When I get married  I'll look my best 
I'll wear a  frothy veil and lovely white dress,
I'll carry a gorgeous bouquet, I'll wear  flowers in my hair,
I'll invite all our neighbours, simply everyone will be there.

Aunt Mill, aunt Rene and her poor dizzy daughter
Who drinks wine from a big mug, and says it's just water.
My handsome brother Don, who couldn't help but tell lies,
He hurt people when he did it, he only stopped when he died.

Hilton the sly fox who I hate passionately.
He's a  lurker, and to my disgust, obsessively  loves me. 
Special food  will be spread out on the table
Decorum  may reign, from those who're able.

It's strange the way I feel, it's as if something bad,
Will come from the event, I hope will make me glad.
I can't help but wonder, what's gone wrong?
After much thinking, I understand, my heart's lost its song.

I must close my absurd theatre, of crazy laughter and love,
Recently, I dreamt,  through my open window, flew a pure white dove,
Alighted and rested upon my bed, then moved to my pillow,
 'Follow me,' I heard it say, 'it's important you return, to the curly willow.'

The homely tree, and more, so long ago mine,
It had unusual leaves, they curled and twined,
Like ringlets upon a little child's head,
They'd make a lovely crown, wreathe for the dead.

Forgive me, my morbid turn of mind,
It's all I can do, as I  begin my climb,
To the top of the curly willow tree,
That once upon a time, belonged to me.

Tushie


BLACK SPACES
I don't want anymore black spaces,
Or dark moods, on grumpy faces,
'Good Vibrations'  by  Trish
Or harsh words to come at me,
Even if they fit ,yours truly ,to a T.

I'm tired, cheesed off, and disgusted,
I warned you, if you ever didn't cut the mustard,
I said 'quick as a wink, I'll call it quits',
And I am, it's dangerous, for you, us living like this.

So here's your choice, Casanova, just bugger off!
And don't try me for pity, with your pathetic asmathic cough
Out you go buster, out you go bare bum, and all,
I'll save a fortune, at night, not leaving the light on, for you, in the hall.

Did you think I'd be so blind , to not sense, something was odd,
It just shows how you underestimate me, ya rotten little sod!
Go back to your scrawny new love, thin as a rake I hear,
Never puts on an ounce, though, I'm told, she's able, to guzzle down a barrel of beer.

Out! Out ya sneaky little bastard, I'll take you for all you've got,
And don't think I'm intimidated, by the fact, ya used to be a cop.
Out, out I say, don't show 'your ugly two timing mug around here,
And if things get too hot for you and your, new love, go drown in a barrel of beer.
Out!!

Tushie

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