Be my Valentine
Be my Valentine so,
You can see I'm not lying,
You know if you follow my line
Then be my red rosy red heart
because roses will follow the darts
from a Cupids strong bow,
my loves so strong so you know
when you see my heart aches,
you can soothe me with cakes
and love from your kitchen,
please feed me my smitten
your my fluffy little kitten,
my love and my eyes,
through a life with surprises
then please be my valentine
and my wife throughout time.
zebideejones (C, 2005)
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
London Restoration
London Restoration
Blue scaffold tarpaulin Hides you angular face Held up by steel poles Forming protective case Long boards defining Walkways of distinction To aid your workers Traverse via a world Of modern depiction. |
Olde English Garden
Olde English Garden
Olde English and greensects hot right on muggy beer garden.
A stream billow through bridge flow over the water.
Posh England I love you , when I am not poor. I can drink in your gardens no worries afore...
Olde English and greensects hot right on muggy beer garden.
A stream billow through bridge flow over the water.
Posh England I love you , when I am not poor. I can drink in your gardens no worries afore...
It was you
It was you, it was you, it was you
Its all because I used to go to the playground on my own
It’s all because I used to go all the way to the field then
without once thinking about home.
And then when I saw my friends I would not like to talk
about all the things that were in my head because
I always thought that I was the only one, just the only one
who used to live and was not dead.
We always stared at the sky and the clouds
and then we would stare all-night at the stars.
You could run down to a stream
and watch the river beginning,
The sparkling cool water and the clearness
of the water rippling.
What was it that made me want to throw it all away
and become interested in cars, throw it all away
and stop watching the stars.
I spose we all grow up and find out one day, one week, one year,
that there are more interesting things to do
But what more could be interesting than watching the day
Then attempt to glue plastic aeroplanes together and then try to fly them too!
Who was it that said, that I should move away, beyond my country haven,
from the woods the streams, the animals in the fields, the plastic and the glue
only to buy a house with you.
It was you, it was you, it was you.
Its all because I used to go to the playground on my own
It’s all because I used to go all the way to the field then
without once thinking about home.
And then when I saw my friends I would not like to talk
about all the things that were in my head because
I always thought that I was the only one, just the only one
who used to live and was not dead.
We always stared at the sky and the clouds
and then we would stare all-night at the stars.
You could run down to a stream
and watch the river beginning,
The sparkling cool water and the clearness
of the water rippling.
What was it that made me want to throw it all away
and become interested in cars, throw it all away
and stop watching the stars.
I spose we all grow up and find out one day, one week, one year,
that there are more interesting things to do
But what more could be interesting than watching the day
Then attempt to glue plastic aeroplanes together and then try to fly them too!
Who was it that said, that I should move away, beyond my country haven,
from the woods the streams, the animals in the fields, the plastic and the glue
only to buy a house with you.
It was you, it was you, it was you.
Valentine 2006
Helen
You are my pride You are my joy You make me laugh When alls aboard You are my trouble You are my strife You make me cry You are my life I love you like I’ve Loved no other My true best Friend My babies Mother You are my World Your love is fine You are my Girl My Valentine |
We Will Wed today
We will wed today
We didn’t know where we were heading
We hadn’t thought about our lives
There really wasn’t any knowing
Who we’d marry or where in life we’d lie
Then we met us one another
A newer one person, one person happy times
Our new adventure with one another
Every Christmas love each others mince pies
Food and wine, beer, some cool culture and travel
Broadsheets of interest rule our reading
Without the paper news to crease and unravel
Our souls are growing together feeding
We’ll wed today to show all you nice people
We’ll wed today together, just girl and boy
We’ll live together forever, heaping sugar and a leaping
Up and down with tears of joy.
We didn’t know where we were heading
We hadn’t thought about our lives
There really wasn’t any knowing
Who we’d marry or where in life we’d lie
Then we met us one another
A newer one person, one person happy times
Our new adventure with one another
Every Christmas love each others mince pies
Food and wine, beer, some cool culture and travel
Broadsheets of interest rule our reading
Without the paper news to crease and unravel
Our souls are growing together feeding
We’ll wed today to show all you nice people
We’ll wed today together, just girl and boy
We’ll live together forever, heaping sugar and a leaping
Up and down with tears of joy.
My Boy Tbone
My Boy T-Bone
My baby smelt of pork chops
when he came out alive.
Pulled from his living tomb,
with blood guts bones and chives.
His blue skin was set alight there
by the pressured oxygen tank,
and cooked back into pink meat,
the mid-chef was to thank.
T-bone steak or pork chop
will be his new found name,
after mummy here is stitched up
by the butchers ‘Backslap & Mame’.
Ok You
Ok you
Ok you
I’m watching you
I can see all the
Moves you make
You’ll see
You feel threatened by me
I can see you are on the take
Us three
That him you and me
We’ll have just a little talk
Then three will be 2
And all I can do c’mon
Maverick lets shake and bake.
Ok you
I’m watching you
I can see all the
Moves you make
You’ll see
You feel threatened by me
I can see you are on the take
Us three
That him you and me
We’ll have just a little talk
Then three will be 2
And all I can do c’mon
Maverick lets shake and bake.
Lovely Baby Sheep
Lovely Baby Sheep
Look if you could use it,
I know you that you would,
the little pocket in your dungarees,
what on earth would you put in it.
Maybe the wool and the fluffly little clouds,
just keep them in there and shout it aloud,
with no malice or no rage
That I love mummy and daddy
At my tender age...
Look at me then sleep,
cos its not a bad life,
if you just keep our
love in your pocket,
and keep storing the sheep.
I know you that you would,
the little pocket in your dungarees,
what on earth would you put in it.
Maybe the wool and the fluffly little clouds,
just keep them in there and shout it aloud,
with no malice or no rage
That I love mummy and daddy
At my tender age...
Look at me then sleep,
cos its not a bad life,
if you just keep our
love in your pocket,
and keep storing the sheep.
My life as a Priest
My life as a priest
My life as a priest
as I approached the feast
was warm soft and tender
till I met the sender :(
Your time was appreciated :D
down here in my homestead
with church and a dining room
your rosy cheeks bloomed :P
now you really want to know
why you didnt go :unsure:
to the banquet of lies
you can see it in my eyes. :ph34r:
My life as a priest
as I approached the feast
was warm soft and tender
till I met the sender :(
Your time was appreciated :D
down here in my homestead
with church and a dining room
your rosy cheeks bloomed :P
now you really want to know
why you didnt go :unsure:
to the banquet of lies
you can see it in my eyes. :ph34r:
Will it Rain
Will it Rain
Helen and Richard
sitting in a pub
holding the baby
and flowing with love
when along came a raincloud with
puffy dark eyes who
thundered and poured tears
grey brimming from dark skies.
they pickup up young oz
and ran for the park,
for warmth and for shelter,
the car was not far.
Helen and Richard
sitting in a pub
holding the baby
and flowing with love
when along came a raincloud with
puffy dark eyes who
thundered and poured tears
grey brimming from dark skies.
they pickup up young oz
and ran for the park,
for warmth and for shelter,
the car was not far.
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