My feet are hurting, especially my heels
These new boots of mine aren't made for walking
Tis bootless to complain, methinks, but well
What shall I wear on my hols when touring
Copenhagen and Malmo? I'm spending
Again on more boots, I can see, comfy
Ones, not so stylish. For nagging, aching
Feet are bad for tourism - trying to see
The sights and climb the heights is made mighty
Awkward if you're limping and you can feel
Every step. Deichmann have boots, they're charging
Forty quid for comfy ones. Recently
However, they've not had my size on sale
Must look again soon - my hols are looming
Saturday, 6 October 2012
2222 - 2 much
All the 2's, sonnet number 2 and 2
And 2 and 2, too many, I hope not
Too, toowit toowoo, to wit, I hope you
Think this is too witty and not true rot
Hope you're not too snotty, hope that that snot
Isn't clotting your nose too much, you can
Breathe easy, don't feel queasy, not a spot
Of bother bothers you, but noses ran
In your family. If you're a wise owl, scan
These lines, don't snort them, sort them out into
Rhythms and rhymes fourteen times. I forgot
What to say, what I did today, no plan
Other than playing, nothing else to do
And now once more I've filled this vacant slot
Fri 5 Oct
And 2 and 2, too many, I hope not
Too, toowit toowoo, to wit, I hope you
Think this is too witty and not true rot
Hope you're not too snotty, hope that that snot
Isn't clotting your nose too much, you can
Breathe easy, don't feel queasy, not a spot
Of bother bothers you, but noses ran
In your family. If you're a wise owl, scan
These lines, don't snort them, sort them out into
Rhythms and rhymes fourteen times. I forgot
What to say, what I did today, no plan
Other than playing, nothing else to do
And now once more I've filled this vacant slot
Fri 5 Oct
Thursday, 4 October 2012
2221 - No worries, mate
I thought I was immune to coffee but
It turns out I'm not. Three coffees while out
Last night, and I'm awake all night. I shut
My eyes to no avail, hearing them spout
Poshly on Radio Four (trying it out)
Drifted off as morning arrived, dawning
As morning tends to do, with sun blocked out
By clouds often these days - not complaining
About that, of course - it helps that dozing
That's much needed after a sleepless night
Too tired to do much after work - I've got
Footie on telly, got my clothes drying
On radiators, slippers on my feet
And fuck all that I need to fret about
It turns out I'm not. Three coffees while out
Last night, and I'm awake all night. I shut
My eyes to no avail, hearing them spout
Poshly on Radio Four (trying it out)
Drifted off as morning arrived, dawning
As morning tends to do, with sun blocked out
By clouds often these days - not complaining
About that, of course - it helps that dozing
That's much needed after a sleepless night
Too tired to do much after work - I've got
Footie on telly, got my clothes drying
On radiators, slippers on my feet
And fuck all that I need to fret about
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
2220 - Hard to be good
Felt good today - because again I'm clean
There's nothing in the blood that shouldn't be
For the second night running I have been
Drinking non-alcoholic, just coffee
Tonight, last night, lime cordial - both yummy
Enough for me. And though walking right through
Manchester on the way home, revelry
All around, clouds of smoke and not a few
Full hostelries with barely a spare pew
Even on a wet Wednesday, this loud scene
Although it swayed me, didn't betray me
I thought, I feel good, and I'll continue
In this clean vein one more day. So I'm being
Good to myself, though it's quite hard, strangely
There's nothing in the blood that shouldn't be
For the second night running I have been
Drinking non-alcoholic, just coffee
Tonight, last night, lime cordial - both yummy
Enough for me. And though walking right through
Manchester on the way home, revelry
All around, clouds of smoke and not a few
Full hostelries with barely a spare pew
Even on a wet Wednesday, this loud scene
Although it swayed me, didn't betray me
I thought, I feel good, and I'll continue
In this clean vein one more day. So I'm being
Good to myself, though it's quite hard, strangely
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
2219 - Wake, man
Took ages to wake up - when that happens
You know you'll spend the day with energy
I whizzed through work feeling good in my brains
And body, knowing that tonight I'd see
A prog rock gig of sorts, guitar and key-
Board delights from Giltrap and O. Wakeman
Oliver W. of course being the
Offspring of Rick. Good repartee 'tween them
Olly had long straight hair like his old man
And I sat close so I could see Gordon's
Fretwork which was fraught but relaxed - that's the
Key to mastery of your instrument
There was a small and very square audience
Though maybe, back in the sixties, trendy!
You know you'll spend the day with energy
I whizzed through work feeling good in my brains
And body, knowing that tonight I'd see
A prog rock gig of sorts, guitar and key-
Board delights from Giltrap and O. Wakeman
Oliver W. of course being the
Offspring of Rick. Good repartee 'tween them
Olly had long straight hair like his old man
And I sat close so I could see Gordon's
Fretwork which was fraught but relaxed - that's the
Key to mastery of your instrument
There was a small and very square audience
Though maybe, back in the sixties, trendy!
Monday, 1 October 2012
2218 - Latin and mathematics
October the eighth month - no, it's month ten
How can that be, doesn't octo mean eight
In the marvellous old tongue of Latin?
Someone somewhere ballsed up, they couldn't count
Anyway, autumn's in full russet flight
The heat is on, not outside but inside
The heating bills sadly are wont to mount
In the evening sky the sun won't abide
In open top cars we don't wanna ride
No, things are different now it's the autumn
The season of brown, heading towards white
Getting a new warm set of clothes to hide
From the cold in, like when we were children
Woollen gloves, duffle coat, white breath, fire grate
How can that be, doesn't octo mean eight
In the marvellous old tongue of Latin?
Someone somewhere ballsed up, they couldn't count
Anyway, autumn's in full russet flight
The heat is on, not outside but inside
The heating bills sadly are wont to mount
In the evening sky the sun won't abide
In open top cars we don't wanna ride
No, things are different now it's the autumn
The season of brown, heading towards white
Getting a new warm set of clothes to hide
From the cold in, like when we were children
Woollen gloves, duffle coat, white breath, fire grate
2217 - Sleepless in Salford
Europe has won the Ryder Cup - yahoo
Or is that the sound of the fans? It's late
Well after midnight, went to bed, thought Oooh!
I've not written my sonnet - I can't wait
Til tomorrow. The rule is, I must write
The damn thing before sleeping, so I'm up
Out of bed once more, though it's late at night
But I have to keep writing til I stop
Fourteen lines done, then I can get some kip
But if I'd forgotten, that's what I'd rue
At least I've now seen the golf highlights - great
To see Europe beat the States. Go, Europe!
Also had a great guitar session - two
Songs written as well. Goodnight then - goodnight!
Sun 30 September
Or is that the sound of the fans? It's late
Well after midnight, went to bed, thought Oooh!
I've not written my sonnet - I can't wait
Til tomorrow. The rule is, I must write
The damn thing before sleeping, so I'm up
Out of bed once more, though it's late at night
But I have to keep writing til I stop
Fourteen lines done, then I can get some kip
But if I'd forgotten, that's what I'd rue
At least I've now seen the golf highlights - great
To see Europe beat the States. Go, Europe!
Also had a great guitar session - two
Songs written as well. Goodnight then - goodnight!
Sun 30 September
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