Broadsides – A collection of bits and pieces
"Unprovided with original learning, uninformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved to write a blog”
A piece of doggerel It was my favorite bowlMing of courseyou would expect no less for a dog that’s royalNo other dogs could ever use itIn particularThose corgis’ that oft did visitAlas, its now in bits and piecesBeyond repairShattered by a falling heirDepressed am I,I cannot say how deep the grief isMy precious bowlIn thirty... Continue Reading →
In my donated sleeping bag in Oxford Street I shall miss the Kings majestic Christmas speech And the message of the Pope, Of hope, Or the blessing of the Rabbi Or the man with the Koran But hungry cold and shivering I shall take comfort in listening To the Salvation Army Band
What happened to that peace trainWhat happened to noting to kill or die forTo all that easy if you tryimaginationWhere’s that friend I called out forWho said he’d always be thereAnd where’s the love sweet loveOf which there was so little ofWhy could I not break freeWho destryedl that bridgeAcross the troubled watersEverybody knows That’s... Continue Reading →
I prefer the sound of Christian bells To the cry of the muezzin The sacred hymn to the sung adhan Rectors rather than imans The steepled church to the minaret, The oaken pew to the woven mat But our gods are both the same.
Yer fart more frequently with age It just ‘appens There’s nowt about it to be done With age Yer lose control of your audible bum
Dulce et decorum est to wage a keyboard war Safe from guns and constant bombs Unsplashed by blood or gore From behind your desk no taste of fear, nor any risk Make sure you will be seen By friends How strong and patriotic you have been Call for more guns, more bombs, no-fly zones,... Continue Reading →
I don't get that big a number of hits and visits to my posts, although there are one or two exceptions. By far the post registering the most hits was's a story about being a boy on the Rock of Gibraltar during the 1950s. you can read it again, or for the first time by... Continue Reading →
A piece of doggeral written in response to an Irish Schools decision to allow boys to wear skirts. In Limerick they wear them long, yards and yards of cloth to the ankle worn, whereas in Cork they wear them short , in nearly all the schools where girls are taught In Newbridge they... Continue Reading →
I had occasion recently to purchase a toilet chain. Amazon describes it more correctly as a “Victorian traditional ceramic & chrome flush pull for high-level cistern.” It arrived quickly and efficiently, I was well pleased and it was easy to install. Amazon then emailed me and asked me to rate the chain and to write... Continue Reading →
Two poems from my collection, a homage to D.H. Lawrence, which by the way, have been rejected by my publishers. Poem 1: Aye up, we must arise now and go owt Owt int ter that there wooded glade in’t pouring rain Bollock naked but fer us wellies And we'll dance, slippy wet and near... Continue Reading →
An Easter Poem Easter Bunnies with their chocolate ears No resurrection will assuage their fears Before this Easter day is past Some Christian sod Will scoff their ears and bite their arse
We dined, Patricia and I, at the First Coast restaurant on the Dalry Road in Edinburgh. ( prononced Dalrye) So good was the food and the experience that I was moved to write a poem in praise of such a feast of meats. Apoligies to Rabbi Burns. A Poem with an asterisk* Cone all... Continue Reading →
The Union Ballot – a poem Prior to the election of Margaret Thatcher Unions were generally free to conduct strike ballots according to their own internal rules and practice. A show of hands, a branch meeting, a national ballot, sometimes secret, sometimes not. It was open to a lot of abuse and meant that a... Continue Reading →
Broadsides - A collection of bits and pieces 