The Next In Line

The next in line
When they ran out the straight white teeth.

The next in line
as they dished up the last self belief.

The next in line
When they ran dry on artistic flair.

When they gave out muscles,
I wasn’t even there.

The next in line
When the luck ran dry.

The next in line
When they showed you how to cry.

None of that matters.

I pulled of the greatest coup,

Because I was first in line for you.


Poem for my Kitten

She's always right
and loves to smile
when you are wrong
and in denial.
She'll always get you in the end
no matter how you may defend.

You'll never change
the way she says
That she writes the rules,
she runs the plays.
In matters of her heart
you're already winning by taking part.

You'll never own a Kitten
Not even for a day
But if you treat them well,
there's a chance that they might stay.

This might seem tough, it may seem hard
but what is plain to see.
Is that there's nothing quite as sweet
as love that's given free.


Poem for Euan

The fickle monkey at the gate
Has got me in an awful state
For what gained me access minutes before
Wont get me in there any more

You can keep your cigarettes and alcohol
You can keep your red-bush tea
When I need a pick me up
There is just one thing for me

It’s as plentiful as sand on beaches
As rare as pixie hair
The trouble is like busses
When you need one it’s never there

It’s dressed in cherubic snot filled garb
And spewed out through the air
And although you cannot see it
You know it’s always there.

So can I have one little man
Let me see you squirm and wriggle
I need it to see me through the day
Please give me one more giggle.