Saturday, 15 June 2013

Life's Diary, Last Page.

Life's diary,
last page,
old age,
pains rage.
Been there,
wiser; a sage?

“Not your day”,
what they say.
My day?
I had many a day;
worked hard,
played hard,
long time in graveyard.

When young,
handsome.
Got noticed,
flung dung from tongue.

Now old,
loose skin round chin,
and most everything.
NOT! Good looking;
now listening.

Watery red eyes,
seen it all,
blue and dark sky's.

LISTEN!
Compassion,
Observation,
Consultation,
Association.

Any Age,
Any Nation,
One Race,
Human!

Keep pace.

Friday, 7 June 2013

The Dodo Hunter.

There was a Dodo hunter,
a man of guile and stealth.
BUT! He could not find a dodo,
it began to effect his wealth.

He went into the Job Centre
to register for work;
'As a Dodo hunter?'
The clerk asked,
'get out of here you burk'!

'Look!'
says he,
 'I would like some more respect!
 I'm not lazy,
 I'll work,
 and never,
ever,
 be kept!
It's work I want,
 and work I'll get,
 in the job I knows...'

The Clerk looked up, astonished,
'here's a job, shooting nuisance crows.'
'Crows!'
he yelled, 'I want a challenge;
Dodo's are MY game.'
Crows are easy, they come so close,
they may as well be tame!'

'Have you ever seen a Dodo?'
the puzzled desk clerk asked.
'I only glimpsed one...
that is the challenge;
makes my job a difficult task.'

'Well I have to tell you sir,
Dodo's are extinct-'
'-No they're  not-'
'-Yes they are!'-
'Well,
I'd have got one; but I blinked!'

'Where was this, I ask you?'
'I don't like your attitude,
do your job, find me a job;
You have no right to be so rude!'

The Dodo hunter walked away,
slamming the Job Centre door.
'I'll show you,'
  he muttered to himself,
'what a jobs-worth;
Nowt but a desk-bound bore!'

He was back the next day. TRIUMPHANT!
 carrying a bulging sack ,
He said excitedly,
'Remember me?
 Well here I am, I'm back'!

'Oh no! Not you?
What can I do?
How to help you,
 I've not a clue.'

The hunter slammed the sack down on the Desk Clerks desk,
saying,
'Take a look in that,
we caught it yesterday,
 at dusk;
me and my faithful cat!'

The Desk Clerk poked the sack,
 with his Biro pen,
'It cannot be a Dodo;
 they don't exist,
it's probably a farmyard hen.'

'It's a Dodo clever dick,
we tempted it with carrot and stick...'
'Carrot and stick?'
'Stick and carrot, carrot and stick,
I used corn; are you thick?'

The Clerk took a peek in the sack,
startled!
 he jumped back.
'Well I don't know whether you used a stick and carrot,
 but to me that looks like a deceased parrot!'

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