David Threadgold Poems

Out in the countryside
Fruits you could forage
So many berries
To go in your porridge
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Could I have been a warden?
Patrolling yellow lines
Looking for the wrongly parked
And handing out big fines
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The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
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Wally Welters Spelter smelter
Built from bits of helter skelter
Needed roofing by a felter
Finished right would look a belter
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The cat shot over the sleeping dog
And caught it with his paw
The cat shot over the table
Dog chased him through the door
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Sparrows on a chimney pot
Of blackened terracotta
Until they put the fire on
This made it somewhat hotter
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I remember in the fifties, as we stood there in the rain
On the platform where a porter pulled a trolley
I remember as we waited for the early morning train
Getting soaking wet we wished we’d took a brolly
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Who’s watching the watchers?
Who watch all we do
Or are they not watched?
I haven’t a clue
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Revving engines hear them roar
Round the corner of the door
Gave a push across the floor
Sleeping cats not there no more
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Several days soaking up sunshine
Beside the deep blue hotel pools
Where happy hour drinks came in doubles
Consumed by the sunbathing fools
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