by Mac | May 26, 2009 | Poetry
If you believe in Santa Claus in fairies or some other cause then let me tell of this wee beastie the haggis from the Glen O Feastie. He is a shy retiring chap in the sun he’ll lay and nap he roams the hills of Scotland’s glens he’s even seen on English fens. What...
by Mac | Aug 14, 2008 | Poetry
I went to visit the CVS The Google search gave their address I met a lady called Lois there A lovely lady who really cared A few days later an email too Letting me know just what to do From Sue this time sending files To help me through the paper piles So if you need...
by Mac | Feb 24, 2008 | Poetry
I walked into the NAAFI bar, I saw them all around The youngest of them bladdered by the beer that he had downed I walked about from group to group listening to their chat They talked about the old days with Danny Bill and Pat I took a seat and leaned right back I...
by Mac | Dec 20, 2007 | Poetry
A bump in the library and a cloud of thick soot Santa has landed and dusts off his boots He stands tall and smiling all sooty and fine In the reddest of suits with a buckle that shines In The Training Foundation he finds himself now With presents for all to make them...
by Mac | Oct 2, 2007 | Poetry
Some talk of love between two folk Like mist from silky streams That gathers in the hollow like gently flowing dreams Some others don’t quite see it They don’t have the same They don’t see what’s special And find it all quite lame And then there’s me and you My Girl...
