by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
To The Garden, near the “Jackoozy” No Skinny dips in sight, Just Grippos eating chinky in the quite of the night. To the Garden with the Robin who looks so overfed, It’s a shame about the Goldfish we think he may be dead. To the Garden with the jam-pot with the water...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Gordon’s struggle now is over, after all these past few years Of fancy pills and treatment and many hidden fears May he keep a good watch over us as we go about our days. Perhaps we will have learnt from him and adopt his gentle ways We may not manage handsomely and...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Flu Jab time is nigh on here So please drop in, as if for Beer Drop in centre to avoid a queue Have a jab and beat the flue Catch a bus, a cab or walk Come to the surgery for your yearly talk No teas or coffee or Xmas fare Just hard working staff who really care...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
See the big red Roo or Eastern Grey That comes to visit you each Day Advertise this, Have parties to stay, Best of all just let them pay Tea and sticky buns out on your lawn, You could forget the day your born Just the job when you retire, To this end you could aspire...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Trick or treat, or come on in Gary Hiding , in Wheelie Bin Shouting out like man quite wild Scaring witless little child Parents waiting down the street Rewarding Gary with a sweet Mother Laughing behind front door Nearly wetting knickers ,on the floor David Watching...
