Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Poems on this day – 10th October 1988
Little Fat Lady
Little fat lady, some might say a tent
Can you count up all the money you’ve spent
Do you remember your lovely holiday in Kent?
When he said OK do you know what he meant?
Did he ever recieve the flowers that you sent?
Ladies and gentlemen I have the pleasure to present
Little fat lady you maybe a little bent
Childs Play
Your kid is now aged three
Twenty years younger than you or me
Do you think that you’re happy
Do you think your child will be happy?
What have you to offer
Nothing that I can see
I’m really glad
That child isn’t me
Red
Bright spark
You took my little red riding manhood
All is dark
I know you’d light me up if you could
Boy At Corner – 9th October 1988
Boy stood waiting at the corner of the church
Smoked a cigarette which made him feel worse
Said they should meet for a final encounter
Said he just couldn’t live without her
Clutch – 7th October 1988
We’re going to build our nest here
And we’ll call it our home
We will have a clutch of eggs
To call our very own
And our children will carry on
Put A Sock In It – 6th October 1988
Shaddup, shaddup
You got nothing to say
Why say it again?
I’ve heard it anyway
Put a sock in it
Eat my feet
You’re the shoe
I was bound to meet
Like a bonsai
You cut me
Ah, shaddup
You don’t know what you’re talking about
Sugarlump – 5th October 1988
Would you like some tea?
Yes, please. One lump or three?
You were always so sweet to me
More like a plum than cherry
Call – 4th October 1988
On my shoulders my head feels so small
When I see my feet I feel so tall
On my mind, I can’t forget at all
A million bricks I would call a wall
From the top I could fall
Bounce like a ball
And call
Laughing Telephone Box – 3rd October 1988
Someone cracked a joke
It was something that he said
Began to blush and choke
It became really, really red
Everyone from all around
Started laughing on the ground
And soon they all became a crowd
To see the telephone box laugh aloud
My Cat – 2nd October 1988
I love my cat cos it’s so dumb
It lets me pick it up and stroke its fur
I can kick it and it’ll still come back
And it goes to sleep under the car
