poetry

               The song of Winter

Bang,bang,bang like the sound of a drum

the rain beats upon my window pane

Boom,boom,boom make it go back to where it came

Rattle,shake and tinkle my heart flutters with fright

Oh how I hate the sounds of Winter night.

 

Swoosh,swoosh,swoosh the wind blows in the trees

Xylophone melodies vibrate from my knees

Ting,ting,you can hear my teeth sing clear

The symphony of Winter night is drawing ever near.

 

Clap,clap,clap the thunder strikes a chord

All the other elements commence

Then wait for their reward.

 

 

                Sweet 16(NOT)

My worst fear has come to light,she's found boys

Tired of playing dollies or with her other toys

Now it's makeup shovelled on like cement

Heaving bosoms all set to torment.

 

Skirts no longer than a belt,knickers that resemble string

Endless knocks on the door 

And the bloomin phone always rings.

 

Vivid red marks decorate her chest

At her age she claims to know best

It's Love she wails with lust in her eyes

Oh hunni listen to your mum and reach for the skies.

 

One minute it's John, then Peter then Paul

My little lass is heading for a fall.

"Are you on the pill?" I cry,is he using precaution

"Oh shut up" she screams not heeding my warning.

In nine months time the damage could be done

Instead of being a teenager she may be a single mum.......