Envy is the colour green
like a tasty garden bean.
Some of us are colourblind,
if they aim to go and find
'Will you, Sir, sign this petition..
yes I see you're going fishing,
but this matter must be solved
so you need to get involved.'
It was the little lines and grooves,
the pores in soft, pigmented skin
the memory of taste and touch
that reared its pesky head,
Ah, LOVE, a cuckoo bird persistent on the prowl
the Quisling of the forest I would say,
It ridicules the wisdom of the owl,
a Nomad who will visit but not stay.
Morning has broken
down by the pier
and you have spoken
don't want me near.
At eight p.m. that foggy night
he had experienced a fright.
The dentist sat inside his clinic,
the fright would shock the biggest cynic.
Do you recall the phrase
from yesteryear, called
Perhaps 'curb feelers'
That night the sky was still and black,
when I slipped on my shorts
to run my 10 miles out and back.
A constitutional of sorts.
I am not smitten with the man
or what he does, day in day out.
I wonder though, just why there is
a veritable hurricane of lies