by David Killelay | Dec 11, 2007 | Poetry
I’m an asset to you Darling, my Dear, don’t you see Instead of any other, I’m afraid, you’re stuck with Me I must be an asset Darling, surely it must be Apart of course for my grey hair and my injured knee, There is another item, with out me being flip The matter of...
by David Killelay | Dec 10, 2007 | Poetry
If you believe in one, may your God bless you all! Let him rid you of demons, in large size or small Demons real or imagined, in blue or in red Demons swirling, & turning, inside of your head Private world twisted in torment and fear Causing distraction, which...
by David Killelay | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry
David fretting and looking rather terse Trying to write such rubbish verse Sandra looking to the sky, strictly banning Apple Pie ARE YOU MAN OR MOUSE SO WEAK David gave a little squeak
by David Killelay | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry
You know the cat I mentioned, my daughter had one too Hers was a new waif and stray and wouldn’t use the loo It picked her out from other folk, when it was in dire need She took it in and rescued it and gave it a good feed The vet he checked it over, saw mites within...
by David Killelay | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry
Come to the Cross Butte’s restaurant near the Victoria farms! Ivan the deaf ex Gunner, he Heard the Victoria Arms, Then we were all quite puzzled and thought it rather queer The garden centre opposite didn’t have a drop of beer. If you want your lunch at Whitby just...
