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Come Let's Take A Drive
"Come let's take a drive on this sunny day in May!
Cook can make a picnic for a stop along the way.
Scones and cake and sandwiches,
'Chablis' chilled and pork-pie snug,
in the 'Harrods' picnic hamper,
'thermos' full and comfy rug!
Come let's take a drive and head down towards the coast,
the bracing air will do us good,
the beach can be our host!
We'll join the 'twenty-seven' and make Brighton by 'half-ten'
I'll put my foot down; make her
purr!
There and back again!
Oh why the pause; oh why the hold up; what is the delay?
The road so full of motor cars,
oh please don't spoil our day!
Slowed to a crawl its 'five past ten' we'll not be there for tea!
The food will spoil,
the radiator will boil,
and will we see the sea?
Sat in this queue with the temperature rising,
the chablis now warm and the thermos's gone cold.
Oh silly me; what is it we're doing,
stuck in this jam,
stuck with everyone queuing...
Brighton will go missing
oh radiator stop hissing!
oh what am I going to do!"
Seaside
Like an artist with a paint brush
'cross a canvas,
Paddle boarders stand proud
like cathedral spires across a city-scape.
Children splash.
Groups head across the beach staking claims on sections,
set up camp they build kingdoms with invisible walls.
Each family grouping keeps to themselves,
marking out their territory,
they unpack.
BBQ's, chairs, fishing rods and beach tents.
From coolboxes they produce banquets and set a match to the BBQ.
Rummaging in the coolbox for
Sausages; Burgers; Chicken,
the bag of brown finger rolls won't open.
Man cooks.
Like the rain on a stormy day when you couldn't find your overcoat,
the smell of freshly cooked food soaks into every last pour of you.
Chairs circled round the developing feasts,
hungry people expectantly waiting for food,
plates clasped in hand.
they eat!
When did a trip to the sea become so involved?
When did we decide we must take everything with us?
And what's wrong with a sandwich?
Perhaps I'm getting old!
Beirut - Hope
"We don't just want hope.
We don't want to have to believe in hope,
hope there will be better times to come,
hope for better days ahead.
Nor do we want to just dream of hope,
there in our minds as we sleep,
but not in our reality,
not there at our waking.
We need to see hope!
We need to taste it,
drink it,
see it light our nights and power our days.
We need to see it in our bank balances,
on the shelves at the stores,
and in the eyes of our children.
We need a tangible hope for;
without hope,
we have nothing...
we have absolutely nothing"
Mr Bit
Mr Bale the Thatcher.
Mr Green the grocer.
Mr Cooper the barrel maker.
Mr Curry the chef.
Mr Flint the dry stone waller.
Mr Bacon the butcher.
Mr Brush the hairdresser.
Mr Smith the blacksmith.
Mr Ring the jeweler.
Mr Driver the delivery man.
Mr Jack the mechanic.
Mr Fish the skipper.
Mr Pipe the plumber.
Mr Wood the carpenter.
Mr Glass the glazer.
Mr Bone the undertaker...
Mr Bit the terrible window cleaner.
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