Saint David
I bumped into Saint David,
He was a proper gent
Heading off to heathen lands
As was his Christian bent
He tried to learn their languages
He’d greet you ‘Bore da’
As he wandered through the valleys
Travelling near and far
He pitched his tent as darkness fell
And heard the chapel choir
Sending tingles down Saint David’s back
As he gazed into the fire.
Come morning at the altar
He preached and prayed aloud
His message ‘love your neighbour
And make your mother proud’
The congregation lapped it up
Their God, their spirit guide
David had the common touch
With Jesus on his side.
Conceit
We sat in rows that afternoon
To study art, but all too soon
Art was over and class dismissed
We waved goodbye, but had we kissed…
Who knows if life would be the same?
Or would it start a different game
Where hearts are broken, love destroyed
New love born, then overjoyed
We find each other
And discover
Passion in the merest touch
Or maybe that would be too much…
The Bully
The Bully
There wasn’t much I could have done
To stop the bully, he’d begun
To put in the boot
With regular blows
His victim lay bleeding
From his mouth and his nose
His groans escaped wearily
With each heavy kick
The bully got tired
And found a new trick
He lifted a breeze block
High over his head
And smashed the limp body
Until he was dead…
The Bully (alternative version)
When I saw the bully shouting the odds
And kicking a man as he lay in the dirt
I gathered some courage along with misgivings
And spoke to the man in the button down shirt
“Hey!” made him stop and he focused on me
“Yeah, did you want some?” didn’t need a reply
But I answered him foolishly
“Yes, did you want to die?”
I took off my coat and rolled up one sleeve
As the blue lights appeared
The crowd took their leave
Including the bully who cursed me to hell
His victim got up
And he left as well.
Innuendo
I long to grip you by the neck
And press you to my lips
That’s how I drink my bottled beer
With lusty little sips
And if I crave some further joy
I’ll spread those legs with care
Before I lower all of me
Inside the folding chair
Where I will bathe my naked limbs
With warming summer sun
And often languish lazily
Until the day is done.
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