Saturday, 26 November 2016

29th October 2016

My two boys have left home
As boys were wont to do
Once all grown up were they and boys no more
And like most boys their age
As well as some girls too
Their roots were like old garments they once wore:
Forgotten like the past
And lost somewhere in time
So far back that remembering's a chore.

One loves climbing rooftops,
The other loves to fight
But doesn't mind a cuddle now and then
Unlike the rooftop cat
Who struggles while being kissed
As most boys would before the count of ten
But it wouldn't be so bad
If they did what people do
With telephones or postcards and a pen.


Tuesday, 14 June 2016

14th June 2016

Oh, how my heart doth bleed
To see my two boys fight
To wear the feline crown in this house.

There used to be a time
When they together played
As children growing up in this house.

Oh, how my heart doth bleed
To see my two boys fight
To be the feline king in this house.

There used to be a time
When they together ate
As children growing up in this house.

Oh, how my heart doth bleed
To see my two boys fight
To be the feline boss in this house.

There used to be a time
When they together napped
As children growing up in this house.

Oh, how my heart doth bleed
To see my two boys fight
To be top feline dog in this house.



Friday, 8 April 2016

8th April 2016

Like celebrities updating their Instagram accounts -
Been here, been there, did this, did that -
For the benefit of their legions of adoring fans
Were some of my Facebook friends
Who by the way were mere mortals like you and me
Which really made me wonder:
Did I really need Facebook friends such as them
Who were surely better off hobnobbing with English lords and ladies
While having tea together in a picturesque English garden
Instead of reminding me of how bourgeois my boring existence was
With their city-hopping hotel-swapping Facebook status updates?

Oh, but of course, that's what the 'unfollow' button is for:
To remain Facebook friends with flamboyant socialite types,
To quote an example,
Without having the intimate details of their flamboyant lives
Unsolicitedly shoved in front of your face
Every time you logged in to update your own status
With yet another boring selfie of you and your beloved partner / kid / dog / cat / whatever
And so on.

Now, why didn't I think of that?
Could've saved all the fuss, or venom, spewed out here.