Un-Donne

If ever any beauty I did see

which I desired but didn't get, it's usually

because she's quite a few decades too young for me.

The times thay aren't a-changing

"bread and cicuses" used to please the population

so human nature hasn't changed except in expectation

of over-priced takeaway pizza in place of bread

and 24/7 TV for the almost brain dead.

The Graduate

"Plastics, my boy ! that's the thing for the future.

Get into plastics. You'll make a bomb."

But he couldn't imagine the medical bombshell

that microplastics would get into you,

your lungs and your blood as research has now shown.

Convenience profits, effects unknown.

Women take enormous care

to hide their genitals from men.

Quite unnecessary when

there's little to see but a streak of hair.

 My house is full of embarrassing failures -

instruments I never learned to play,

seeds that failed to germinate,

books bought but not read,

plants that died

and me.

Weekend

Another Friday, rain pouring down,

another night in this seaside town

immersed in the usual disco pub

and overwhelmed by this musical hub.

I'm bathing in ber and beautiful women

while soaking in cider with others swimming

against the sad tide with our unlucky looks

seeking romance outside our books.

I'm drowning in the depths of cleavage,

only saved by the jetsam waistage

floating free from the fishing smacks

till washed ashore on bare white backs.

I struggle to stay afloat all evening

till the lights go up and it's time for leaving.

I really need a personal lifeguard

to take in hand this ageing ba(sta)rd.

The kites are winging

robins singing

tadpoles swimming

daylight clinging

great tits' mating calls are ringing

The clouds are thinning

sunshine winning

faces grinning

coats off flinging

goodbye Winter, Spring is springing