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April The Twenty-Fifth

April The Twenty-Fifth

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?

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Green-Sky Thinking

‘Green-Sky Thinking’

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 – 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

April The Twenty-Third

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.

April The Twenty-Second

April The Twenty-Second

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.

April The Twenty-First

April The Twenty-First

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

April The Twentieth

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.