SPIKED OR MAYBE HOT WIRED

[Maureen K Clifford]

They said that the bride was wearing a train and I asked was it diesel or steam.
They looked at me strangely. I was OK just having a psychedelic dream.
I’d visions of Princesses walking down aisles
with a train full of wedding guests grinning great smiles
as they quaffed down their champagne in mighty fine style
but they didn’t save one drop for me.

The smoke from the smokestack was frothy and white and curled round her head like a veil,
the sound of the whistle Toot toot , toot toot toot – was the groom who had started to wail
that his A10 steam loco had run off the tracks
and how in the hell would it ever get back
I said don’t you worry we're all OK Jack
we can manage without GSP
.

I think that someone has been spiking my drink for I’m not stupid usually.
Perhaps sleep deprivation is causing this thing and making me somewhat silly.
The electrician was here – said ‘please turn on the light’
and I asked him why? Was he staying the night
now the poor buggers packed up his bags in a fright
and said Madame my usual fee
will be halved if I do – I ain’t free.

I decided against it – it’s really too hard, and good tradesmen are so hard to find.
This job has been dangling for eighteen months and needs closure ‘fore I lose my mind.
I know some would say it’s an opportunity
to fling off my hang ups and just let it be
but the bed only has room for the girls and me
so I decided to pass on the chance
I need light far more now than romance.

Maureen Clifford © 05/11

[Bob Pacey]

Sometimes Maureen it is just all too hard.


Sorry I'll rephrase that it's to much effort.


Cheers Bob

[Maureen K Clifford]

That's it exactly Bob