You clambered into the back of our car The start of your new family adventure I’m sure I saw a tear in your eyeAs for your past you did surrender
You loved your old folk in HullYou never wanted to leaveYou questioned why they wanted to partYou felt the need to grieve
Your new home felt so unfamiliar With rooms without your scentYou cowered in the cornerUntil you were content
The first night was traumaticYou barked, howled and whimpered  Your life had been turned upside downSo sad for a soul so even tempered
You realised you were in a place of loveA place that you will forever beA life now settled and secureOur jet black furry beaut Robbie. 

My Garden

I’m sat here in my gardenA garden I know so wellI’ve tended every square footNot that you can tell
I’m comfortable in my gardenIt’s serene safe and secureIs it wise to venture outIf I’m honest I’m not sure 
I’m a dreamer in my gardenPlotting the rest of my lifeWe’ve been through a lotJust me and my good wife
I’m watching birds in my gardenLiving life so simple and freeThey sing songs every morningIs it me they’ve come to see
I’m watching news in my gardenLockdown’s easing no doubt Boris opens up the cafs and pubsSo we can have a beer when we’re out
I’m reflecting in my gardenWhether I’ve missed not going outOr whether staying in a little while longerIs not a better shout!

Premier League

Football, football’s coming homeAston Villa versus Sheffield UnitedGame dedicated to Black Lives MatterI think I was in danger of getting over excited
It soon turned out to be a snooze festWith Hawkeye seemingly still furloughed It missed the goal in the back of the netCrowds would have boo’d if the gates weren’t closed
Jamie Rednapp whispered on the touch lineInsightful commentary certainly lackingNo need for a highlight programme As neither team seemed bothered about attacking
Physios coming on wearing full PPEAfter added time, still nil nilThe Premier League may well be backBut kid me not this game was dull!


Nothing could keep these folk in the shadeThe scarecrow builders of Woodland GladeLockdown here has not been wastedIngenious efforts have been createdBill and Ben lit up their gardenSombrero scrubber, boobs like Dolly PartonKeep two metres apart warns the PCThe little mermaid relaxing under the seaHagrid leant against a carLockdown arms a virtual barSuperman clings to a wallCrowds in the streets loving it allJo Wicks PE there for all to seeGolfers playing off the teeCampers, boozers fishermen tooMario proud in his dungarees blueWorzel Gummidge and his aunt SallyPeople exploring every snicket and allyScary beings with a severed handDonald Trump with his Domestos brandSpongebob square pants has a waveGirl doing her exam, must behaveMarilyn Monroe with her dress all floatyA pirate with his sword and little goateeElsa, Olaf a little FrozenSmiles abound not one but a dozenAliens look out it’s Doctor WhoMinions, Potter, and Poppins tooApologies to those I fail to mentionThis was certainly…

Garden Haikus 

Birds singing so sweetNature’s own background musicDrowning out my thoughts
Lazing under shadeContemplating what to doBeers best in the sun
Random clouds gather A gentle warning of changeBrollies needed soon.

Stepping Out

Stepping out of a cocooned existenceSomething inside is showing resistanceVoices whispering the consequences Teasing me tentatively back to my senses
Stepping out to seek normality Infused with a kind of irrationalityWanting to wade into a waiting worldFearing the virus could again be unfurled
Stepping out to breath with other soulsDaring not to breach critical controls Glimpses of faces only seen on screensPraying for immunity and viable vaccines
Stepping out to a world that’s been missingInstead of just sitting and reminiscing Sounds and sights will seem so fresh and newThe importance of life now clearly in view. 

Killing Time

I’m sat here on the sofa doing nothing, just killing timeEven thought about writing a silly little rhymeI put my pen to paper then put it down againCouldn’t muster any enthusiasm so I counted up to 10I thought I’d pour myself a drink, a cold one made with iceAn orange juice, a splash of vodka and a little sliceI gulped the thing down in one which made me quite light headed A mixture of booze and sun and I soon felt a little shredded. I’m now sat on the sofa doing nothing but killing timeWishing I was more active and not just craving wine. 

An Eighties Rhyme

Beautiful day walking on sunshineCome on let’s dance be mineBe like those girls on film Me Tarzan boy come swimIn lavender fields with meOnly you can set me freeOn Echo Beach the harder I tryThis never ending story bleeds me dryI know you’re a modern girlYou sexy thing, too shy, like a pearlEach day I’ve been living in a boxUse your imagination, don’t go to detox I’ve been searching big funSince I was 19 with Geno’s mumYou were a centrefold, a good heartOur lips were sealed and that was a startAs a slave to love I have to bite my tongueAs we had it too much too youngYou with Black Man Ray and LeoMe showing out like a man child in RioHey you and the Rocksteady crew Had such big fun became respectable, grewMy senses working overtime, feeling I’m turning JapaneseSuch a good life ,able to do the buffalo stance with such easeLike I was dancing in the street giving a rebel yellI wanted to say let’s go all the way, could you tellI didn’t ask your name until you told me it was KayleighI too…


Back in the day when not mollycoddled by the state you seeWhen everything was not governed by health and safetyThere was a weekly school session of perilous PENot the warm and cuddly Joe Wicks kind you see on TV
The lesson started with the presentation of parents lettersPleas to be excused plus a few absent minded kit forgettersWho had to strip down to their vests pants or knickersBlack sand shoes worn; no trainers or sneakers 
In winter there loomed the dreaded cross country racePloughed fields, stinky bogs splatters of shit across the faceUnfit fatties, fags in pockets could only dream of keeping paceMany couldn’t last the course so finishing at all was no disgrace
Parquet flooring covered in confusing linesWooden horses to twist and shatter spinesThirty kids running around manically in close confinesCompetitive crab football between two psyched up sides
Excitement knew no bounds when Pirates was the gameA contest of chase on ropes benches and the climbing frameHeart beating fast, risk…