Sunday 26 November 2023
Goldie and Cindy grow up
For when Goldilocks picked her gown
She works in the mall
She's a shop girl
For her if things aren't up they're down
Some dresses are just too hot
Some are just too cool
So she opts for the frock in the shop
She thinks is neither too good nor too rude
She meets different men in her shop
To come to her aid they tried
As she's standing at her counter
And ask her to be their bride
Some of their beds are too small
Of her men way too tall
Some of them like to show they can spend
But she's hanging on waiting
For her millionaire friend
And she turns down all of their offers
A friend of a friend
Walks up to her with his "do as I dare'
And ends up trumping them all
She meets Cinderella on her break
From the night time canteen
They grab a coffee at 3 in the morning
And talk over the men that they've seen
Cinderella has this Prince Charming
He's out for the perfect match
He's been around town
Seen every gown
And in Cindy he thinks he's made
The right catch
But Prince Charming ain't got no money
And Cindy is poor as a dime
She decides to work in the laundry
And Earn better money for her time
She works round the clock
To buy the fanciest frock
To catch a better class of male in their prime
Said Cindy -"Well Goldie why don't you come dancing?"
"Or introduce me to some of your men?"
"Now Cindy", said Goldie
"You already have Prince Charming
What more can you possibly want then?"
Still they went out next evening
With the millionaire feeling
Drawn to Cindy's new dress
While Goldie who was more demure
Found herself ignored
And her fine finesse
Of her home made dress
Caught only the light of the shade
Compared to the bright dazzle
That Cindy's dress made
Two weeks later Cindy was married
To Maximillion who had not tarried
And Prince charming was kicked out on the street
Kicking the can when who did he meet?
But Goldie on her way back to the shop
So he talked and briefly they stopped
Saturday 20 August 2022
Concrete dreams
Come on raise this building
Like a Moses foundation
Pillars of Salt
And pillars of rock
The three little pigs in a housing shock
Negative equity of Goldilocks
Rising inflation forced onto bears
Some of them built Shepton Mallet
The town
Sheep rustlers, shearers,
Property of the crown
Strode was there with flowing hair
Looking down
Upon the poor who flocked to her door
Including the Ugly duckling
Black swan, white swan not seen anymore
Only on the pub signs swinging above the door
Periwinkle, weasel, wren and Robin
In the twisting clematis hob-gobble
Hoblin, goblin, shaven head
What dreams we have, when we are dead
Dying, trying to be new
Shepton Mallet, pallet crew
Shifting cider
Shifting saw
Bed pan, dustpan, bread pan more
Whistle down the truckers road
Hard granite town
Prince from a toad
Someone dreamt of a cinema
Another of a theatre
Built an enormous house
That turned into a monster
Some say its hideous, oh what an eye-sore
What do we need a fairy tale
We have Ugly post modernism to abhor
I'm not sure
It is a ball and chain
Tying the town down
It is almost a shame, almost a game
A mirror of the Church somehow
Except a warped being bent and contorted
Not given full form
Like a nineteen eighties computer game
Grasping at perfection
In replication, Ironic in it's supplication to
perfection, acknowledging limitation
Yet that was cool back then
Now it is a record of a time before
It is like a tetras castle fallen out of the sky
Landed like a giant parcel, some knowledge of
an American Apple pie
But incoherent and intransigent,
And in, in , in itself out of place
In congruent
But let's not worry ourselves
It was somebody else's concrete dream
And we no longer see the seams
It has been sewn into the fabric of life
Now it is a gym, it has turned into
It's own image of itself at last
A modern church - a temple to the body
The material wealth
Of protein and carbohydrate
Packed inside, prayed to
Heated up baked in the crucible
Of exercise and self-belief
The Great I, the great I am
As we climb mount Ego
On the steps
As we let off steam
As we lose sweat by the buckets
On the exercise bike
Perhaps we lose our selves
We forget the boredom of days
That put on the fat
We negate with positive prayer, the mantra, I will get there
One step at a time
Like a stair way to heaven
Built of tetras bricks
That have fallen down for our sake
To climb, to work out
Rearrange angles, remake
So perhaps this ex theatre really is our modern church
as close as we can make it
Though I am yet to see John the Baptist
Lift a Bar bell in there
Although you never can tell of course
Monday 1 August 2022
Rapunzel and Todd
He worked at Rapunzel Hair and Beauty Salon
They did the longest braids and hair extensions
That were ever known
The hairdressers Salon was at the very top
Of a tall tower in the middle of a forest
An unusual place for a hairdressers you may ask,
But as for that I cannot say
Only that a gentleman barber was passing that way
A travelling barber they say from Seville
Sweeney Todd, Michael Wood or it could have been Brazil
But either way he saw his chance and went in for the kill
May I present to you myself
A barber of exceptional skill
Just off the shelf, the shampooed elf
Cut a striking figure of thrill
Rapunzel said how could you dare
To cut off my locks
There's more locked up in your hair
Though it may come as quite a shock
Like Samson, that is where your strength
Lies in strands as long as wise
And I'd offer them as extensions
To those dim witted or passing ill
I think your locks would make a fool wise
Make a weak woman strong
In your strands so to speak
Is the strength of old Babylon
Sunday 3 July 2022
Fairy tale blues
As I slip free of Peter pan
See him go back into the night
Where he first began
And wash Wendy's hands in the dishes
Of Woman and man
I set up the moon
And I take down the sun
And the witches of Eastwick
They can't follow my plan
And I put Dorothy's red shoes
back under her bed
And I lead the lion
To the land of the dead
Well I have the blues in fairy tale land again
And I set the stone of Rosetta
In the mind of the child
Who wished upon a twinkling star
I fought the urge to be wild
With Cinderella and her sisters
When she came home with a Pumpkin Prince
But I've got the fairy tale blues again
I'm not mad at you Little beau peep
It's just the sheep that you keep
They can't help me to sleep
I'm not sad like you little boy blue
Just pull your thumb out of the plumb
And turn your face to the sun
It's time to stand up like a man
I wish you were free little mermaid
To swim your way back to the sea
But if you find the key, why not give it to me
For I've got the fairy tale blues again
Thursday 28 March 2019
Cutting Glass
That bruise and hurt our feet
There are none who would throw us a bone
Among those we meet
So many so the wild dog howls
Up from the depths of hell's bowels
Its been rejects of them that prowls
All along the jetty
Sometimes out on the lake at night
The wild wolves roam,
Their homes out of sight
All alone their eyes are bright
Out on the lake tonight
Sometimes out in the deepest forest
Tigers roar, warthogs forage
But it is all in jest
Of every last homage
To Budapest
Or the road once promised
Sometimes in the dreaming spires
I catch a glimpse of burning fires
Spiraling up into the sky
Like tears streaming down from the Sun's eye
Sometimes I feel the hilt dig in my side
Sometimes it is a thorn
Sometimes a spike, mostly
It is the sword thrust from love
That makes me cry
Why do you always move the stairs
From the steeple?
Why always move the chairs
For all the musical people?
Why when nobody cares
Do the wolves show their wares
And sell their teeth?
Why in the crooked house
Where snow white sleeps
Does the wicked witch creep
and always preach?
About how trolls should not be trusted
And how Goldilocks is crossing
Over another bridge
Then she tires of her stroll
And reaches for the porridge in the fridge
And why is puss in boots stuck in
The smartest suits when you
Feel he is a Spanish kitty
Meant for ally-cat pursuits
There can be no let up for
The open can of worms
That Cinderella is left to hold
After the cigarette factory burns
She should have worked in a glass works
And held onto a zoo of animals
Instead she lent towards the prince
Who was consumed with financial windfalls
And sucked into Pumpkin growing
On the slopes of Kilimanjaro