Lou Reed

This week Lou Reed has gone,
Commercially he never really won,
“Walk on the wild side” was the only one,
Although to me the best was –
 “Perfect Day” Bar-None,
Simple song nothing complicated,
Maybe this is why it feels elated,
So have yourself a perfect day,
On the wild side,

Sweeny Todd

I saw a barbershop-
Named Sweeny Todd,
It seems that for a barbershop-
This was very odd,
At the zoo the largest smile,
Is on the face of the crocodile,
He too is by the people for the people,
Only wishing you well,
Everyone cares just for you, unselfish like,
For when you have no balls you have strike,

Liam’s First Word

My grandson Liam started to talk,
So now he talks the talk and walks the walk,
I went to visit to see and hear the young man,
Wanted to see what was his game plan,
As I walked in, towards me with open arms he ran,
Hugging me just as strong as one can,
And then my grandson said to me- his granddad,
His first word what a delight – it was “IPAD”

James Taylor

James Taylor, he has friends,
Someone he relies on and depends,
I used to call out your name from the dark,
So you brighten up my day with a spark,
But you never came running to see me again,
It must have been too much of a strain,
 Winter spring summer or fall, people can be cold,
When I called your name aloud, you put me on hold,
James Taylor my dear friend wherever you are,
You came running it’s good to know, but you are far.


You do not really understand me,
You never truly did, you will agree,
We can pretend and make believe,
But neither can claim to be naïve,
It is not your fault truth be said,
You are deep – way over your head,
No one really understood, just my luck,
There I was your private sitting duck,
So I shall light a cigar have a drink,
Life now is good and I am in synch,

The Rhinophant and the Lionaffe

Today I took my rhinophant out of the cage,
Together with the lionaffe I put him on the stage,
Dance I ordered them go on raise your toes,
Stop being lazy and wipe your dripping nose,
Lately you have been acting very strange said I,
Remember you are a respected fishimal not a fungi,
Act your age put on your pants and your pony hat,
You can’t spend your days lying on the door mat,
Get into the shower wash up you smell like pigkeen,
You are so dirty I can’t see your bluish pinkish skin,
Put on a clean set of clothes a nice shirt and a barphon,
As of today no more dinner before the trombone,

Deaf Ears

I see people walking the street,
Walking to their own inner beat,
With ear plugs buried into their ears,
Obviously entranced in faraway spheres,
Walking unaware of the going and coming,
Their eyes fixed in their head humming,
I just look waiting to see when next one fall,
One will walk into a car or a standing wall,
Strolling deaf to the world can be very wrong,
Walking with ear plugs maybe your swan song,