Today nothing happened
Not a single happening thing
No chaos induced major events
Flapped by a butterfly wing
Not a thing to put on the TV news
And headline next-days press
Not a single thing about a single thing
To cause or induce stress unless
You consider all the usual stuff
Repeated repeated repeated every day
Events ever present that
Human compassion decay
The this and that and everything
That blight this blue green sphere
The happening not to mention when
The wish is happy new year
Santa cannot get insured
To fly his deer powered sleigh
This absence of insurance means
No gifts on Christmas day
As his insurance company feel
Santa is too frail
And have health assessed the likelihood
His health may mid-flight fail
And though Santa knows that he
Is Christmas workload fine
The insurance company policy is
To policy decline
So they have grounded Santa
And the gifts must North Pole stay
And as Santa cannot get insured to
Presents sleigh convey
All the nice will go without
And the not so coal lump free
And nothing will big day appear
By chimney delivery
As Santa cannot get insured
Being frail is his downfall
So a very un-merry Christmas
Will be had by one and all
But Santa knows he isn’t frail
He still has the desire
To global gift deliver
He’s not ready to retire
So he granted himself a Christmas wish
An insurance policy
And added to the naughty list
The insurance company
And now every Christmas day
Will be full of Christmas cheer
As Santa will ensure insurance
Is wished for every year
I’ve got a Christmas card for Santa
But where should it be sent
To the address my wish list went to
Will it reach the jolly gent
Or is there at the North Pole
A secret Santa Claus address
Known only to the post service
That only they posses
Where they drop off each birthday card
And Christmas gift thank you
And reminders from the utilities
When bill payments are due
Along with bags of letters
From gift-given girls and boys
Demanding he sends the guarantee
When each child gift toy destroys
And from the naughty’s grown ups
Claims their kids were nice
That Santa made a list mistake
So next year, check it thrice
Poor Santa must be overwhelmed
With Christmas induced stress
So I won’t post my Christmas card
To his known or secret address
Instead I’ll make a Christmas wish
And wish him this advice
Put everyone else on the naughty list
And just me on the nice
And the night had to admit
It envied the day
It wanted to know light
To see a full sun
And know colour and shape
And a world without darkness and
When it told the day
The day replied
It wanted the same
There’s an absence of famous faces and
No one with the desire
To swell the ranks of the famous and
Have a lime-lit quarter hour
As no one wants to be famous
And the famous want to be free
From the endless repetition of
I-phoned you and me
And though it’s difficult to believe
You told me that it’s true
The hope of fame is just a dream
I should not aspire to
So I undreamed my dream of stardom
With a star on the walk of fame
And supressed my fame desire for
Screaming fan acclaim
And got myself a proper job
And forgot celebrity
A steady nine to five became
My real reality
And my desire lost its desire
To famous face attain
While others got their quarter hour
With desire that didn’t wane
And though you said
Forget the dream, accept reality
There’s now a me that dares to dream
About celebrity
So until the day my big break
Breaks
I’ll blog my poetry
Jules Bike Poems 