No More No-No’s !

No more flannelette shirts now it’s November.

No more slippers, dressing gowns, they’re old men’s clothes.

No more ‘Married At First Sight’ or ‘Farmer Wants a Wife’

Real men don’t watch those.

And when you pull up at a red light, no more picking ….

Please, please, I say, no more no-no’s!

Read the Tide

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Read the tide.

Don’t hide.

Don’t bury your head

In the sand.

Understand

The hand that thrills

Is also the hand that kills.

Leave nothing to chance.

Randomness is not your friend.

Know what comes around the bend.

Be ready.

Rock steady.

The promontory erodes.

Even the longest roads

Come to an end.

Randomness is not your friend.

 

 

 

People Don’t Do That

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You’re barking up the wrong tree, he said.

I don’t care, I snapped.

But you’re barking, he said. People don’t do that.

It’s my backyard, I said. I can bark if I want to.

I guess so, said the man, patting me warily on the head as I wagged my tail against his chinos.

The First

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Someone has to be the first.

Someone has to take the first bite

Of the cherry

Be the first cab off the rank.

Someone has to be the early bird

For worms to be taken.

Some has to drop the rock in the pool

To set the ripples going.

Someone has to throw the first stone

For the stoning to begin.