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Secrets Of A Happy Marriage
At weddings, you’ll agree, champagne all round’s the very best
To celebrate that fizz and froth, when everybody’s overdressed,
Each man in his sharpest suit; the ladies‘ hats all wine and fruit;
The bride a picture in a dream of sugared apricots and cream,
Borrowed Time
Of all the plagues afflicting man, deserving most attention
Including Big C, (the one I scarce dare mention) ,
A high BP exacts the steepest price. If diastolics load the dice against you,
Accepting your surrender, prepare for their hard-nose agenda,
A Great Lady
The Moon weeps for Zimbabwe,
Proud Lady of Africa, friendless, folorn
In the winter of her desolation.
Delighting in her nut brown form
Finger Lickin' Good
Old Mrs Masuku’s a mealie cob vendor
Down at the gates of the new football ground,
(Order by phone, I’ll give you her number) ,
Where customers come and stand all around
People Power
It’s now a hundred years, give or take a few, since Ford unfurled his flag
Turning out Tin Lizzys; filling every city drag with nimble
‘Horseless carriages’. Convenient it‘s plain, yet convicted, says the world,
Of noise, global warming, and many deaths as I’ll explain. Insatiable
“Leave me now, children of my daughter,
Follow the forest paths where the sand
Has few thorns. Listen and run,
Run and listen, the morning sun on your left hand;
Street Kid
“Hello Mkiwa, ” (white man passing by)
“Won’t you stop for a minute and just tell me why
Part of you’s pink and your eyeballs are green,
And your face is so hairy, like straw in the cream.
One day, long ago, when walking to school,
We stopped at the kerb, that’s me and my friend,
Looked left and looked right, for that was the rule,
When a five ton, green army truck rounded the bend.
'The Beautyful Game' (As Pleyed By Geoffery Chaucer)
Whilom in days of yore and times gone bye,
Whan men wolde peesful carf clothes pegs or lie
All Sonday longe in bed, sich was of every wight
The rest God yaf him; sith now for our respite,
New Values For Old
A young man, London born, I moved to Croxley Green
Where, to the north, primeval forests stood of elm, birch,
And conifers; pasture, beet and budding corn between.
Eastward, concrete stretched to London’s Marble Arch,

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