Saturday, 26 April 2025

Tweets 22

LITERATURE
Plays and novels basically
aim at entertaining:
the better poetry
aims at insight.

THE EUROVISION SONG CONTEST
should be re-named a scene contest.
All the songs are commercial rejects;
it's all about the visual effects (!)

If you want to harden yourself
against disappointment,
try growing plants.
If you want to practise hatred,
try gastropods.

The current attractions at my gym
are the smooth, well rounded bottoms
of various young, attractive women.
They wear such sexy, bum hugging shorts !
Oh, to be a short, bum hugger !

The sunshine tempts the men to shorts
but the women stick to longs.

Some politicians like the idea of The People
more than the people themselves.


Why don't creatures other than Man become obese ?
You don't see ovewrweight foxes, badgers, mice or geese.
It can't be just the hunger of animal appetite
with cows and sheep in acres of grass just there to bite.
Is it instead the hunger of the human mind
needing to be occupied to pass the time ?

Monday, 31 March 2025

Conclave

Why this conclave business ? Instead
why doesn't God from Heaven above
send down to settle on one man's head
his holy messenger pure white dove ?
Oh, sorry, of course. Poop.

Wednesday, 26 March 2025

Thursday band night

The older ones are not attractive;
the younger ones need younger men.
At least the dancing keeps me active
partnering despair again

Sunday, 23 February 2025

Some sail the ocean, voyaging wide
daring danger with youthfull pride
run with the wind or drift with the tide.
Adventure is the fuel.

Some plunge the ocean, diving deep
beyond safe light where creatures creep
unknown to men who aim to keep
discovery as their rule.

Some travel wide and deep as well
heroes indeed as legends tell,
who enter heaven via hell,
their fame bright as a jewel.

Others are timid and stay at home
content to fester instead of roam
preferring shallows to ocean foam -
who's for a dip in the pool ?

Thursday, 16 January 2025

The times they are a'changing

Whatever happened to those manly handshakes?
Metamorphosed into high fives, fist bumps.
But now mutated into male embraces - cheek bumps.

She wants

to be diaphonous as her dress,
an insubstantial spirit free
from all the disagreeable stress
of functioning biology;

to banish farts and faeces, sweat
and menstrual liquidity
but what I want is warmth in bed
her smoothness and solidity.

She hopes her pungent perfumes quell
all hint of animality
but I prefer the ranker smell
of female sexuality.

Despite our differences I learn
to treat her dreams with gravity
and she endeavours in her turn
to live with my depravity.