Writing| Ada Cottage Writing |
|
Do I want you there ? Yer taking up my space Cheap suit, mobile, briefcase And why are you a mouth-breather? A lardy lad like you Needs a seat and a half To accommodate your arse And have you got bronchial cattarh? Put yer paper down You know it's Murdoch's fibs Get yer elbow out my ribs And don't you own a handkerchief? I've wanted to doze From journey's beginning Oh please stop bloody sniffling! And fer Christ's sake blow yer nose! Had a good blow mate? Noise was pretty scary Foghorn blast like the Queen Mary Why can't you quietly blow your nose? Peace descends at last I'll let your meaty thigh Grossly snuggle up to mine If I can finally get some kip. What the hell's that noise? Your mobile's frantic bleep Drags me back from shallow sleep I'll give you Drunken Sailor, chum! Oh yer name is Brett You drive an X R 3 And work for H S B C And your girlfriend's name is Louise? Stopped yakking then? Just outside of Chigwell You went and lost the signal It won't help to yell "HELLO!" yer know? What do we have now? A stick of Wrigley's Blue Oh bollocks - open mouthed you chew? Sod this for a game of soldiers - I'm off. |
| First effort. It was an experiment to try and write stanzas of 5,6,7 and 8 syllable lines with a rhyming couplet in the middle. Needs work. |
| End | Next |
| Home | | | Gallery | | | Wedding | | | Writing | | | Cambridge | | | Links | | | A.C.I. Ltd |