poem Archives - Mutterings of a Fool

I lie in bed at night and I dream about

August 2, 2012 / The Fool / 2 Comments

I lie in bed at night and I dream about,

a quiet street with trees and singing birds,

away from the boy racers and honking horns,

where you don’t need to shout DON’T PARK ON THE KERB.

A garden big enough for fruit and veg,

with a view of fields and sky and hills,

not house after house, wall after wall

idiots stealing things for cheap thrills.

A driveway and garage for 2 cars or more

Where little children go and learn to ride,

no passing traffic whizzing down the road,

and neighbours keeping their gardens with pride

I lie in be at night and I dream about,

a quiet and simple life,

is this too much for one man to have?

*goes off to buy Euromillions ticket*

September 25, 2011 / The Fool / 4 Comments

Oh communal shower how I love thee

With your freezing cold air and slight smell of wee

With your dribbling showers and temperature fluctuations,

Slightly too small cubicles and lighting that belongs to prior generations.

Those shared hand basins that make shaving like the krypton factor

and piped in local radio to act as a distractor

Floors as cold as the Arctic and windows that don’t quite fit,

make us wonder if we are brave enough to go for a no. 2

But use them we must, because we otherwise we’ll get all pongy

Besides I’m running out of words for this little song-y.

However when they look like this, who cares?

(Showers at the Top 10 camp site in Queenstown)