Poems on this day – 17th November 1988

A Scream In Green

Torture forever, in a dream
Hey, will you put back my spleen?          
Smother me all over in cheeses and cream          
Don’t you understand – it’s so unclean    
We must try and face this thing as a team         
Don’t be silly, it’s a scream in green       

Cranleigh Avenue

Spattered and shattered
Beaten and battered   
Walking wounded and walking dead      
Someone said follow and we were led   
And in the end most of us bled
But then that’s what most of us do         
When we walk down Cranleigh Avenue       

Poems on this day – 7th November 1988

Naked Tree

It’s autumn and it’s cold again
All around is yellow and golden brown  
And soon the trees will stand naked      
As its’ leaves tumble towards the ground

November 5th

Off we go to the fireworks show
Watch the fire as it starts to glow          
See the explosions in the sky   
Watch the rockets as they fly   
But look out that one didn’t explode      
Oh no I’m afraid it’s heading towards the crowd  
Oh my God it’s gone off in their eyes    
Get the ambulance quick can’t you hear their cries           
November 5th let’s celebrate someone’s dying     
Do you think Guy Fawkes left no one crying

Roll On Over

Just forget that there’s a world out there
Just roll your head on up to the sun       
Remember all the good things that you’ve ever seen         
And all the good things you’ve ever done           
And don’t let it all just fade away          
So why not roll on over today

Guess

Don’t confuse me with your riddles
I don’t understand what you say            
yes yes yes yes yes yes           
I guess it’s okay

Thank you, Mrs Dream – 2nd November 1988

Thank you Mrs Dream

Have you set the mousetraps, mother?
Hey, it’s okay, I found it, you needn’t bother        
Don’t tell me that my house is unclean   
Where’s the hoover? Thank you, Mrs Dream        
Don’t worry ’cause everything is under control    
I think it’s funny, put on some coal        
Sort of got lost, what was the theme?      
Oh yeah, I remember, Thank you Mrs Dream

Family Outing – 30th October 1988

Today’s the day for the family outing
Always the same – Mum and Dad shouting         
Where’s the gloves – my hands will get cold        
Come on darling, you’ve already been told         
So the family ride off into the sun         
At last the family outing has begun       
Some hunters decided to spoil their fun
Shot them dead, every single one