You Asked

What is your death row meal

What would you choose to eat

Something cordon bleu inspired

A three-star Michelin treat

Or a deep-fried home delivery

Before your last heartbeat

Would your life last meal be

Whole lobster crab and prawn

A sea sourced sea food serving served

Before you’re shot at dawn

Or an over you’re soon dead body

Something veggie made of Quorn

And would your final meal be

Accompanied with the wine

You nightly drink too heavily

Every time you dine

As our happy ever after

You constantly malign

Or would you be too scared to eat

Would you food reject

As death draws ever closer

Could you any food accept

Or accept that dwelling on your fate

Eating won’t deflect

So I ask

Why do you ask

As I finish my cottage pie

And then taste a funny taste

And hear you say good…

The Fairy Tale

This was going to be a fairy tale

About a charming prince

And a witch with charming prince phobia

And a potion she’ll make to convince

The prince to stop being charming

And his inside evil set free

She just needs a few fresh ingredients

For her prince anti-charm recipe  

But to comply with new fairy tale guidelines   

The spell shop is healthcare aware

And as staff have received potion training

They know what she hopes to prepare   

So alerted animal welfare 

Who told her she must substitute

Creature based spell making basics

And forget using plucked eye of newt  

And as this tale is for children

Her internet settings deny

Access to unsafe searched websites

She knows could newt eye supply

So by following the list in the guidelines

Of what can and cannot be penned

Here is my fairy story

Once upon a time

The end

Portable Dreams

I don’t want to lose my dreams

So I keep them in a box

I know they will be safe in there

My box has lots of locks

I do this as one once escaped

And my dream I had to chase

But the dream, sadly, got away

A dream I can’t replace

And then last night in a dream

I told them all to flee

To see what they could achieve

When free from custody 

But every dream stayed in the box

So I told them all to – Shoo,

Get out now and find someone

To make you all come true –

We have, they said, it’s you

I will, I thought, when I woke up

With a problem I didn’t foresee

My dreams will stay locked in the box

As I have lost the key

Mighty Acorn

As do and but

Are both in

Doubt

And seem to cover

What doubt is about

I find I say

When I doubt

I may do but …

Then I back out

As I’m convinced

So self-agree

You can achieve anything if you put your mind to it

Does not apply to me

But I want to grow

To self believe

To find the will

To achieve

And I have found  

Where I can start

And from self-doubt

I can depart

I’ll leave behind

Do and but

As in doubt

Is  

To bud

Worse Things Happen at Sea

It doesn’t matter how bad it gets

Worse things happen at sea

So I’m staying away from the ocean

So worse things don’t happen to me

Though I must admit

I am intrigued

About what these worse things are

Is the sea better at worse things

Has the land just a small repertoire

Then again it could the currents

Or the phases of the moon

Or the sea seeking its revenge

For the human rubbish strewn

Or perhaps it’s nothing of the sort

Just something people say

To ameliorate the worse things

That on land

Happen every day