April The Twenty-Fifth
A dull day,
then a bright day;
with both accompanied by a fresh breeze;
fresh enough to freeze
the bones from a dull man,
or a bright one.
Every day is like this,
or unlike this.
Differing in various ways,
it’s a daze.
April The Twenty-Fifth
a day just like the rest,
now, where did I put my old string vest?
I’ve been doing some thinking;
some green-sky thinking;
thinking,
wondering what it would be like
if the sky was green;
“What do you mean, ‘the sky, green?”
Well, it’s normally blue, or cloudy white
or fifty-one shades of grey –
sometimes with a pinkish hue
seen on a particularly fine day.
I’ve been thinking,
thinking about what it would mean
if the sky turned green;
not with an invasion of little green beings
from Mars,
not that sort of thinking;
nor by the reflection of the grass;
but, by the toxic waste fumes –
that sort of thing.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
about what it would be like
if we had a green sky,
and, by and by, I think
‘my, oh my!’,
or phrases slightly stronger than that,
which can’t be spoken
in genteel, polite society.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
because I’m that sort of guy;
thinking about green skies;
I’m not that wise,
you can tell when you look into my eyes;
after you have asked me a question
and it’s not just indigestion,
it’s confusion,
there’s no delusion
that this planet is heading towards a green sky…
… and then it will die.
April The Twenty-Fourth – A Travel Guide
April The Twenty-Fourth
“Set forth!”
And so we did.
With no idea where to.
we went North – wrong;
South, East, West;
all were the same,
none were the best;
so we tried all the points of the compass in-between;
directions we had;
you should have seen us,
lost at the scene of the crime;
four idiots in search of a rhyme.
April the Twenty-Fourth,
was not the day for us to set forth,
it showed us our worth,
as we trudged the earth;
at least we still had our mirth.
April The Twenty-Third:
Shakespeare was born;
Shakespeare died;
people laughed,
people cried;
some came in,
others went outside;
many went to seek,
whilst a few did hide;
Haven’t you heard
that April Twenty-Third
is, was, and shall be…
or not –
depending on how you look at things.
The 22nd day of April –
I knew there would be a catch,
there is always a catch:
catch, match, hatch, dispatch:
a batch of rhyming things – how weird;
but, then again, quite the norm.
although I don’t have to inform
that
I am in form.
Formed from the clay of prehistoric pre-hysteric swamps,
I am only just a man
who can
(when the mood takes him)
rhyme a frying pan
with a partisan.
Then again, most people can
do that –
it’s just that they choose not to.
It has often been said
(and sometimes in bed)
that the twenty-first day of April is a sham,
“It doesn’t exist!” Is heard;
and many other a disparaging word,
along the lines of: ‘Chimera’ ‘illusion’ ‘mirage’,
that is not to say that there aren’t believers,
people who adamantly insist that April The Twenty-First
is a day –
not the best day, nor the worst,
but a day, never the less.
“Yes?” is often stated at this,
“And what makes all you believers correct?
I suspect that you have been influenced by common opinion,
and are just a calendar minion,
who believes everything that they read there.
Take care, one day you may wake up and find the truth: April The Twenty-First is a curse of youth – or old age (as the adage goes).
And, when it snows on April the Twenty-First
fear the worst:
It may be May,
or a cold December’s day.
What does anybody know about anything, anyway?
April The Twentieth?
20p for a cup of tea?
It was a long time ago,
four shillings to me;
four bob;
and before that it was cheaper still –
2d, tuppence for a cuppa,
6d, sixpence for a fish supper,
a farthing for a pint of grog,
And April wasn’t called April then,
it was ‘Springe!’
but it had to be changed;
it broke a hinge
and was soon rearranged.
So, what can today teach us?
Answers. Postcard. Please.
