Tag: poem

The Day The Apples Turned To Poison – 1st November 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

Every businessman woke that morning
Packed their lunches without warning
And hurried off to catch the train
Brollies up to shield the rain

The first popped off on the 091
Then another on the Glasgow run
And over a thousand had gone
The morning the apples turned to poison

Breakfast over in more ways than one
For others, their fate would come
The tragedy struck all but some
The day the apples turned to poison

At twelve-thirty the lunch bells rung
Time to laugh and have some fun
But it happened to old and young
The day the apples turned to poison

Death came quickly, too slow for some
Nearly everyone had succumb
To the fate that had to happen
The day the apples turned to poison

7th February 2024 – This was actually written on the 15th of January 1985. As I didn’t date anything I wrote back around this time, I was just taking a guess at the dates and publishing as one per day but usually, I wrote them in batches.

Jabberhead – 31st October 1984

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Jabber
Jabber
Jabberhead
Open your mouth
Ten miles wide
Vibrate your larynx
All can see inside
Laugh your mouth
Ten miles high
Waggle your tongue
Words start to fly
Jabber
Jabber
Jabberhead

21st Jan 1998 – Have a recording of this song – found that tape recently too – am contemplating bringing it in but fear you will laugh at me because it is just me dinking around with a crummy guitar and awful singing! I know this will only encourage you more to want to listen to it!

Acquiesced – 30th October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

The motion on the first part
For the aforementioned first party
Agrees with the second party
That the first part is wrong
The first party and second party
Are agreed that the motion on the second part
Should be agreed by both parties
And both parties agreed after not too long
Acquiesced – I give in

21st Jan 1998 – Piwi was reading a book which had this word in so I wrote a poem about it.

Fun To Be Young – 29th October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

Fun to be young again
I still play hide and seek
And I still cheat
Fun to be young
And play in the snow and sun
Knocking on people’s doors
And playing pretend wars
Fun to be young
And to be where it all goes on
Playing football in the park
And kiss chase after dark
Fun to be young
And forget where it’s all gone

21st Jan 1998 – Ain’t it so! I know you feel the same way – probably everyone does.

Brad’s Mental Institution – 28th October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

It’s a funny little head
It’s got a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need to tap it lightly
And it sinks in
He’s got a funny little head
With a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need tap it lightly
And it sinks in
And folds up into an epileptic fit
And sails away on a galactic trip
To where spastic children hold the hammers
That knock you on the head
Strange you turned the tables on yourself
‘Wake up – it’s time for bed’

21st Jan 1998 – Brad was a type of nail I think – that was the kind of stuff I was selling in my first job.

Snow – 27th October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

It snowed today
Kids shout hurray
Everybody’s out
Hear them shout
Hurray for the snow
Let everybody know
Why does snow get everyone together?
Why only snow, not any other weather?
I hope it snows some more
I hope it covers the floor
So long as it gets everyone out
To be together to lark about
Snow
Don’t go

21st Jan 1998 – Remember vividly the day that inspired this poem. Kids who wouldn’t normally come out and play with our ‘gang’ came out and had snowball fights and all sorts of fun. We can’t have been that bad, can we? Something about the snow must have softened up the parents to let their kids out. Anyway, it was such a great feeling to have everyone together.

11th July 2023 – Despite developing an attitude of hating everybody and feeling disappointed with the human race I still held on to tiny slivers of hope.