POOR  BILL

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POOR  BILL

 

Poor Bill Posters
They did lead him a dance;
They were always out to get him,
He never stood a chance.

I wonder if they caught him,
Caught him in the act.
Or maybe he escaped
After he’d their shop ransacked.

What had he done to vex them,
Had he been so bad?
Why had they sworn to catch him,
That mad and crazy lad?

A dyed-in-the-wool shoplifter,
A lousy screwed-up thief,
An habitual offender,
Who’d brought them endless grief?

But I hope they’ll never catch him,
It’s his name that let him down;
That eventually undid him,
And drove him out of town.

Bill Posters

Photos:  WHB  . . .   Surrey, England – 2020

On Waking Up

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ON  WAKING UP

Waking, this morning I said,
I don’t think I’ll get out of bed.
There was no concealing
I had hurt her feelings,
I’d spend the day sleeping instead.

Waking in fear and dread,
I regretted those words I had said
I’d not meant to hurt,
Just meant to assert,
I cried crocodile tears when I bled.

Waking and wond’ring what’s next,
I decided to send her a text,
To tell her I’d lied,
Our love had not died –
Just sulking because I was vexed.

 

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On Being Cantankerous

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Testy now, and truculent,
Jumping to conclusions,
I tend to speak before I’ve thought,
A source of some confusions.

When I was young and in my prime
I would have paused and pondered
Before I’d let my mouth run free;
My mind would not have wandered.

Now, grumpy and cantankerous,
I’ve no wish to be told,
Despite the fact the signs are there,
That I am growing old.

For age and life have brought to me
Such exasperation
That now I speak my forthright mind,
Inviting much vexation.

Now I’m content to be quite brusque,
To stir up some dissent.
My time of life has brought disdain,
I’ll say just what I meant.

With one foot in the waiting grave
Why pussyfoot around?
Just tell it as it is, my friend,
No comebacks underground.

 

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