Mars babies

 Mars Babies

Get born on Mars

It's a one way mission

Retired people - get your pension and go

Beautiful women go to Mars,

Little choice of men, Marsmen really

Redplanet daily, your newspaper for the year,

Not much to report on here

Quite a boring journey there

Get through a lots of series

When you get there

Grow poatoes

Build a new colony

Cement your place in history

Produce oxygen and air,

a new plant

Moon house

Mars House

Training day

Train rumbles on
With the inevitable song
Of the bumble bee hum
On the iron drums
That roll like bread pins
Upon the flat iron railings
They flatten as they go on
Their iron rumblings

And I see without despair
The green river running there
Like a serpent as a spare
Jade sea snake dragon
Like an ornament upon somebody's shelf
Where dynasties once dwelt
But now they are remembered
In old people's retirement homes

past times

I used to go to a sweet shop
Some kids wanted a gob stopper
I just wanted to chew
I used to, I used to

I used to have the sweetshop blues
I used to I used to
All the candies there from which to choose
I used to I used to
The penny sweet, cola bottles
Sour lemon drops
Some kids want a gob stopper
I used to want to chew
Gum,

I bought the cards and rolled out the strawberry chew
And we walked home
My friend and I
talking about this and that
Teenage mutant ninja turtles
Bouncy balls
And yo-yos
I 've got the sweet shop blues
The post office blues
For days gone by
Sitting on those flag stones
Where the ivy brushed our legs
And the sun baked on the lichen
You run your hands over
Watching little money spiders
Run on their brittle red legs
Too small, too small to be real
I used to do that there

I used to climb trees in the orchard
The four or five that were there in front
Old apple trees big and strong my mother said they were cookers
When we picked them earwigs fell out
And you twisted one, one way and one the other
And if they came off without pulling too hard
They were ripe
Otherwise you left them - they were the fallers
The wind would blow them down both day and night

I remember looking around in that orchard
The high grass cresting my elbows
Before it was mowed
And Healey the dog bounding through them
I was so happy back then
The trees were our spaceships Katrina, Tanya and Peter
We could ride them and turn on the knobs
And then run down and change and chase
Each other or avoid the sharks below or alien blobs
We lived in our imaginations or least I did I know
I could spend hours day dreaming on the woodshed rooftop
Baking in the sun drenched old wooden doors
I remember especially I liked them especially the locks
The heaviness and oldness of them their copper turning green and blue
Or brass
And then a family cat, Emanuel, Smokey or Bimbo would come up
And sleep next to me
Down the side was Virginia Creeper the whole shed was covered
And I liked to go up there so I could be alone and hide and no one could find me
And now I wish I had not spent so long away I miss the company of family
On these long lonesome days

Running to the end of the rainbow

 Well I run to the end of the rainbow

I run through the day and the night

I run from beginning to the end although

She could put out her light

I run through the many colours, through

Yellow, and blue, green and red

And they take me up to the top of the hill

Then the colours run through my head

And I've been running til the end of the rainbow

I've got to keep the pot of gold in mind

But the further I run the further I am

From the goal I first set out to find

Yet I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Until I reach that promised land

Where there is milk and honey and green pastures

The grass is always greener on the other hand

I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Running from the thoughts I've left behind

I'm running somewhere new, where the sky is so blue

And where people will seek me but never find

So I'm running to the end of the rainbow

Will it be like it was before?

When the rain clouds break, it rains on my all my mistakes

Can I run fast enough, I'm never sure

Dusty's New Year Adventure

 Well the champagne had flowed

And party poppers had popped

And Bernie and Shaun went for a midnight jaunt

Down the long icy road

With Dusty well stowed

Inside Shaun's green coat

They danced a merry tune under the stars

Dusty was not quite so sure himself

But then they arrived at the garden

of the Theale commune

And he took this as his cue to scram

The field was enormous to Dusty's little mind

For by this time he had not ventured much

or broadened his horizons

However at two o'clock in the morning

The frost was quite enticing

And he frolicked through the field of white

Soon though he thought this is getting cold and I must hide

In a bush or hedge

Space on Earth

 The virus kills human beings 99% are wiped out

The planet can become green again

It is authentic without doubt

Genuine number, the real Macoy

The Earth just did a twissler on you, oh boy

I can't wait to see what the sequel will be

Colour my Apricots like a banana tree

Bake all my forget-me-not in a pie

And say good bye to old mother Hubbard's cooking

Her Four and twenty black birds had to fly

I'm ready to witness the tipping point

When the ice berg turns, like a mountain of butter

Slipping under the occiptal nerves

Slicing a cross section of the human beart

And re-routing the brain

It will be like Art, man, too nude

The naked Earth bare and rude

covered with nothing

But jungle grass

like the day it was born

On its little ass

a Lad in tights

 What I dream of are no borders

Roaming wild

Aladin tights

A transvestite production of

Arabian nights

In the Wild west

The genie in the bottle

From the whisky bottle

of Tex Mex , or Texas Jack

On his way up the Green river 

He meets a mountain man

With a blanket to deliver

A beaver skin, the like of which

Has never been seen before

For when it's unfurled 

Then the world will know

A lad in tights might be a girl

He is a wild mountain man

Who is trying to come to terms with his gender dysphoria

Discovers a magic lamp in an old mountain cabin one night

And he rubs it to discover Tex Mex the man Ol Jack of the lantern

Who promptly tell him he will grant him 3 wishes

First he wishes he were a woman, not a man of the mountain

Second

Featuring such hits as -I like lumber, Jack, how about you?

I like lumber, can you give me your number

I see you need a tree feller, well I'm the fella for you

Put your back into it

All bark and no bite, just dog darn day

He said, she said - Jack said, did she?, Jill said, no he didn't!

And other confusing tales

Aladin tight's other wish is for others to recognize that people like him exist in the world

And they have real struggle with who they are

with such songs as 'who you calling a shemale, man?'

He-man/shemale, Seaman, and the whale

Moby Dick or toby and the red brick retold

The house that Jill built

Look who's wearing the trousers

Sand in my test tube

Gender positive discrimination on the Appellation trail