Jem Farmer
Don't Say It Aloud
It's one o'clock, we daren't be late,
all hungry kids, mum makes us wait
around the table in silent hush
'til Sunday lunch is on the plate.
A chicken roast, we're sat and shush
they have red wine, we sipped fruit crush,
while dad and knife begin to slice
it takes so long why did we rush.
To get the wishbone would be nice,
and pull it hard so wishes splice
with dreams, but don't say it aloud,
a secret wish, is sound advice..
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Ryter Roethical
Don't Say It Aloud
Our lives and love are just like a card game
We all hope that fate will deal us out a hand
No difference because we always wish the same.
With each new card, there is only luck to blame
All hoping fervently for a love so grand
Our lives and love are just like a card game
The lights are dim, the Ace of hearts your aim
You have 16 to show, do you draw or stand?
No difference because we always wish the same.
Is fate being cruel? A single spade within the frame
Three cards now you are holding in your hand
Our lives and love are just like a card game
You buy a card, dare to look. It's value is the same
And now what? Dare you see what fate has planned
No difference because we always wish the same.
You can bust, lay them down and make your claim
Any card above a three and you are dammed
Our lives and love are just like a card game
No difference because we always wish the same.
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John Willowdown
Friday the Thirteenth
Friday the Thirteenth and for the umpteenth's time
I've crossed the road to avoid black cats carrying ladders
and Removal Vans unloading mirrors.
I've lost track of the cracks on the sidewalk I've avoided.
What's more its raining like Niagra and I got soaked
just getting outside the house without opening my umbrella.
For some reason all the spoons in the kitchen were missing
and I burnt myself stirring my tea with my finger.
Some damn fool was putting up a poster outside the Colliseum
on the High Street advertising a forthcoming production
of 'the Scottish play' and I saw he had his leg in a plaster.
Outside St. Bartholomew's I saw the Vicar had his
dog-collar on backwards and outside the newsagents
I read a four inch headline proclaiming some new
national disaster - hopefully somewhere far away
like Glasgow or Nicaragua.
Quickly getting my shopping done without
speaking to any foreignors and checking all the barcodes
I made my way home by a long but unfamiliar route
and carefully unlocked the twelve padlocks from top to bottom
and right to left, calling upon St. Brigit to help me
with the trickly fourth one made in Taiwan.
Unpacking the groceries I threw several spoons of salt over
both my shoulders and then some pepper and cumin powder
just to make sure. Unfortunately the pepper caught
a passing cockroach right in the eye
and it sneezed and made me jump!
"That was close," I sighed and took a quick nip
of medicinal brandy to calm my nerves.
Then my gaze fell on the calendar over the cocktail cabinet
and I saw to my horror it was a year out of date!
I don't know what happenned next precisely
but when I woke up three days later in the
post operation recovery room of the General Hospital
a group of students were gathered around my head
examining my charts with ghoulish relish.
"Ah, Mr. Spinaker, you're with us again at last!"
said a bald-headed Proffessor,
"it was touch and go for a while but we managed
to save both you and the escaped aardvark.
I wouldn't worry too much about the missing part
if I were you - apparently Hitler
managed all right with just the one.
When you're feeling a little better there's
a chap from Mutual Insurance waiting to speak
to you about the damage to your house
and a certain Inspector Rachet of the CID needs
to have a word about the collection of gadjets
they found in the remains of the cellar.
If you need to use the bathroom at all
just ring for the Nurse but do be careful...
I hope you're not superstitious, ha-ha
but today is Friday the Thirteenth!"
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