Dad Jokes

My sense of humour is quite daft
I get that from my Dad
I told a joke and no-one laughed
Yet still I wasn't sad
'Cause I can laugh at my own jokes
Just like my funny Dad
We're not like all those boring folks
We joke, we laugh, we're glad.

He'll make a silly pun or two
I'll pull a funny face
And then we'll laugh the whole day through
Is it really such disgrace?
We like to sing out loud as well
My favourite is Tom Jones
Embarrassing sisters is quite swell
They ignore us on their phones.

We'll honk the horn and wave at those
Who we don't even know
And then we'll laugh like crowing crows
Throughout the whole ride home.

My Dad and I, we laugh a lot
But don't cause any harm
So come and share what we have got:
A place on a Funny Farm!

Falling Down

I brood along the rushing streets

tumble through my lonely thoughts

down inside my broken dreams

You smile at me just like before.

find misery with every step

the consuming pain of memory

ground darkens in the cold and wet

But the hurricane's inside of me

I cannot turn back to the lights,

keep walking though the path has gone

falling lonely through the night

down to where I don't belong;

down into the darkest hole

down goes my fragmented soul.

Dear Mum

I want to thank you with these words

For being there when I am hurt;

For being there when I am not;

For bringing lunch when I forgot!

And thank you also, for the times

That you forgave me for such crimes

As putting clean clothes on the floor;

Or shouting, stamping and slamming doors.

And thanks for all the things you taught;

And showing patience when I could not.

For letting me sing my own song

But helping me when things go wrong;

For all the thoughtful things you do;

For all the love that you exude;

For making me what I've become;

And just for being lovely, Mum.

Why wait?

Why wait until Valentines Day to tell someone you like them?
Why wait for a special occasion to wear your best outfit?
Why wait until Christmas to give presents?
Why wait until the holidays to relax?
Why wait until hometime to talk to your family?
Why wait until retirement to see the world?
Why wait until summer to eat ice cream?

Why live by such conventions when you could just enjoy life?

Night

When every colour turns to brown
When every leaf is on the ground
When clouds obscure once starry skies
We know that our friend Autumn dies

The wretched cold and ceaseless rain
The callous wind that roars in pain
The sun and birds retreat in fright
For this is the unending night.

Autumn, How I Love You

Autumn, how I love you
With your colourful display
Your leaves rustling softly
As the summer drifts away

Autumn, how I love you
With the crispness of your touch
Your dew settling lightly
On our spider webs and such

Autumn, how I love you,
How your beauty fills my soul
Your soft sun sparkles everywhere
I stand here, breathe, am whole.

Psychological Analysis of a Messy Bedroom

The crumpled heap that is my bed
Reflects the chaos in my head
The mix of clothes strewn on the floor
Tells stories of my inner-war
This crumb right here, that toe-nail there:
It's obvious I'm in despair!

But it could be that I'm not crazy:
Perhaps it's simply that I'm lazy.