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Thursday, 21 March 2024

Last Dance

Brandy, Babycham

Beck’s or Budweiser

Close fit chiffon dress

Play hard to get


Another Marlboro

Share a Camel Light

Saxophone silhouette

Play hard to get


A bead of sweat

Shaking snake

Dancing in the dark

Play hard to get


Squeeze tight

Last dance rites

Smooch close

Oh so glad we met



Wednesday, 20 March 2024

Away For Winter

Closed hotel

Who is in your bedrooms

Who is in your entrance halls

Who last closed your last closed door


So you’ve gone to the Costa Brava

Gone from your silver-service

Gone from your waiting on

Who called your last, last orders


Would you mind if we stayed a while

Sleep quietly in your bedrooms

Hold hands along your hallways

Pick up the post from behind your door


We’ll send your cards to Costa Brava

We’ll always be at your service

We’ll not keep you waiting on

On those last nights without last orders



Tuesday, 19 March 2024

Eye Candy

Red stilettos

Right up to her thighs

My it’s nice

To climb so high


Why oh why

Its really nice to climb so high


Leather boots

Ermine for the firming

Foaming at the lips

Kiss her on the pips


By God it’s nice

To climb so high


Denim jeans

Fit and mean

Squeeze on back

Back to seventeen


My oh my, by the by

It sure is nice to climb so high



Monday, 18 March 2024

Mall Today

Dear diary

Went to the mall today

Me and Molly Flanders

Suspicion surrounded, swept over our every move


All as gone before

That’s gone before

All as gone

Gone that’s gone before

All as gone before

Gone that’s gone before


Masquerade, minuet

Pickpockets at the mall today

Johnny, Jenny, taking nickel’s, taking dimes

The punters never notice, even stand in line


Dear diary

Drew my dole today

Along with Francis of Assisi

Desperation descends, deepens every mood


All has gone before

That’s all gone before

Gone, all gone

All has gone

All has gone before

Gone that’s gone before


Spices, dyes, crimson  from Aspen

Old market stalls at the mall today

Saffron, with Shandy make atmospheric chimes

Wandering folk don’t notice; while away the time


Dear diary

Bought some coal today

Me, Mrs Thatcher, and that scary Mr Scargill

Confrontation threatened every altercation


All that’s gone before

That’s all that’s gone before

All gone before

Gone, all gone before

All has gone before

Gone that’s gone before



Sunday, 17 March 2024