Limerick No. 16

Five men stooping out of a pub,
Had lots of beer and little grub.
Only one, it was said,
Made it to his bed.
The others woke up in a bathtub.

Clerihew VII

Sean Connery
Is a bit of an anomaly.
Began with a unprecedented bond,
To a league that makes me despond.

Sunday

Walk a thousand times to the same place
And you still might never see the owner's face.
Every time he just waits behind the last close door
That you never walk through, just stare at the floor.

What is all this clanging and singing for?
Is this just another self-gratifying bore?
What are you looking for anyway, in this house?
You might look like a lion but squeak like a mouse.

Come on, take that step off the cliff,
Play that new, frightening, pulsating riff.
Open your eyes to a love that you came to find,
Turn your gaze on that which gives sight to the blind.

Clerihew VI

Thomas Hobbes,
Gives power to snobs.
Maybe not entirely fair to say,
Since a lot of his ideas are quite grey

Destiny

Leftovers of a cigarette melting away,
Pavements become an ashtray.
Joining in the chorus of sold magazines
Makes barely enough money to buy sardines.
There they go, all of them,
From head to toe
All of them.

Move

There is an end to every trail

But where do they lead to?

After a while bread gets stale

And patience pays it's due.

So, does motion really pay off

Or is it just the ambition of a toff?

No motion doesn't get you far

You got to put some friction on the tar.

City Life

The hilltop has an amazing view.
The opportunities are too few
To behold this amazing sky.
Not enough attempts to try
And getting to the summit.
Walking on the cement
Day in and day out
Seem to be my fate.

The Inescapable Truth of Climbing

Who is tired now?
After all that sleep.
You have to be
Awake to see the sun.

Don't raise your brow
At concepts too steep.
Something in me
Might release the gun.

Easter

It was when the ultimate deity
Played a little symphony
And went ahead and died for me.

Track

The tricky thing is to stay in beat,
To walk and stay on your feet.
To remain in syncopated time,
To use an appropriate rhyme.
So that you don't start writing completely off track.