stu aitken Poems

Why is there always so much delay?
As if to stifle a busy day
The petrol pump takes an age to initialise
The cash-point transaction, so slow to finalise.
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Poor Porscha, she never won a prize!
So when the news broke, it came as no surprise
Not ever a bridesmaid, far less the bride
She sauntered round the rough estate with slightly desperate pride.
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I watch an ice-cube melt away,
As part of an exiting really slow day.
I bet on two insects, climbing a wall,
There isn’t much happening today at all!
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Sammy Squirrel couldn’t see
The stash of nuts at the base of his tree
And though he scurried up and down
He could never catch the thief around!
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Have you ever wondered what it’d be like
If household objects came alive at night
And any of them with an animal name
Could all join in a musical game
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Have you ever paused to wonder why bread falls sticky side to the floor,
Or why with bundled arms, you are never able, to open that wretched door.
And when you really don’t need it too, you can rely on it to rain,
And you can just bet someone else will get the last seat on the train.
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Skyward gazed a simple man,
thought what describes the grand design
He dwelt upon lifes complex plan
till penny dropped at cuckoo chime
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on a sliding scale of one to ten
how angry does it make you then?

and if you are not prepared to say
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Put me back! don't invest in me.
Im happy where i am you see

Put me down! where i was found
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I see a shape in the old shed window and think I will investigate
I turn the key in the stiffened lock and something makes me hesitate
A noise inside, like none before, suggests life, rustle, movement, scratch
Brave for my age I might well seem, but this perhaps might prove my match.
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