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Cyril's Surreal Cereal.
Cyril’s surreal cereal went snap,
crackle and splat.
It was soft, sweet and chewy like a
cricket bat.
It was pink and brown and colourless,
translucent and opaque.
It contained a tiny amount of sugar,
enough to fill a lake.
It was as wide as it was narrow, as
vast as it was small.
It tasted of every taste there is and
yet of nothing at all.
It’s smell was overwhelming, being
totally odourless.
It had an easy-clean formula but it
made a heck of a mess.
Cyril said, “My surreal cereal shall
outsell salmon and steak
Cider, salt, cinnamon and soya, think
what a fortune I’ll make.”
He took it to Kelloggs and Cadburys,
Quaker, Nestle and Rowntree.
They said, “People don’t want surreal
cereal, they’re funny like that you see.
Go and invent something made from wheat
or corn or oats or bran.
We can’t sell this stuff you’ve made,
bring us something we can.”
Cyril solemnly shuffled home, sadness
surrounded his soul.
To make people love his surreal cereal
had been his only goal.
He went to bed dejected, disillusioned
and decidedly miffed.
How could people not appreciate his
remarkable gift?
That night in his tortured sleep he had
a revelation
That would bring him riches, success
and ovation after ovation.
Cyril’s psychedelic sausages would blow
everyone away.
He would set about convincing them the
very next day.
Labour of love.
If I could love you for
a living I’d work overtime every day
I’d never take sickness
leave, never ask for a holiday
My diligence to my work
would win every award
I’d be praised by my
peers, everyone would applaud
I’d have a city and
guilds, a master’s degree
No-one would be more
qualified than me
My affection would be
so abundant
My union rep’ would be
redundant
My contract would last
forever, my loyalty complete
The small print and
tricky clauses I’d happily meet
I’d work twenty-five
hour days and eight day weeks because
I’d be proud to boast I
have the world’s greatest boss.
If Jesus Came Back.
If Jesus came back what would he do
About some people who are evil through and through
When he saw them driven by pure greed
Not caring for those in genuine need
Would
he tell them how to get in to heaven?
“We
can’t take you seriously you’re only four feet seven”
“We don’t believe in all that biblical
stuff”
“Shut your yap we’ve heard enough”
If Jesus came back what would he think
About how the world is facing the brink
Of running out of food and fuel?
“We said shut your yap you silly fool”
About how humans decide which species should die
From the mighty whale to the common house-fly
About how we think we own the place
This tiny speck, floating in space
If Jesus came back what would he change?
Given the chance what would he rearrange?
Would he put dolphins in charge and put people in zoos
And have farm animals live wherever they choose?
Would apes have run a better show
If they knew what we think we know?
Would penguins fish the seas to death?
Would tortoises wage war to their dying breath?
If Jesus came back what would he say
About how things have changed while he’s been away?
About how the west own so much and throw it away
While two thirds of the world starve and struggle each
day
Would he despair at the bloodshed in his home-land
Where America has exploitation and democracy planned?
Would he be happy, would he accept the blame
When people who are different are persecuted in his
name?
If Jesus came back I think he’d throw up his hands
And say “Father look at what they did to their lands!
See how they kill each other just for money!
If it wasn’t so tragic I’d think it was funny.”
“Father I think you should start again
Build a better Paradise and fill it with better men
Who value their lives and the lives of others
Who don’t cheat and connive and murder theirbrothers.”
“Let these humans burn their Earth
And destroy each other for all they’re worth
Let this planet become a burning ember
So you and I need never remember”
“How you built paradise and gave it to Man
How perfect was your master plan
How he destroyed it in the name of cash
How he reduced it to worthless ash”.
Why I did the things I did.
When
I was a boy, just a kid
I
didn’t understand why my parents said the things they said and did the things
they did
“Eat
it up, there’s children starving in Africa”.
“Don’t
mix Coca Cola with paprika”.
I
didn’t know their words were delivered with love
To
spur me on or give me a shove
Now
I am a father to teens
And
I expound similar themes
My
words continue that very same thread
As
I do the things they did and say the things they said
Now
you no longer have to hold my hand
One
day I think you will understand
It’s
my overwhelming love for you
That
makes me say the things I say and do the things I do
When
lines of devotion show upon my face
You
will take the parent’s place
When
you try to impart wisdom on your own kids
You’ll
see why I said the things I said and did the things I did.
Aaron
David 2010.
A way
with words.
She
had a way with words, my Mum did
She
was my everything when I was a kid
She
always taught me right from wrong
She
made my childhood bounce along
She
found the funny side of life
She
trivialised the daily strife
She
made sense of life’s absurds
You
can do that with a way with words
She
taught me compassion, how to care
For
those who had no one else to share
How
could this angel be taken away?
Why
put a cloud over every day?
There’s
no point asking how or why
Fifty-seven’s
no age to die
A demon with a capital C
Took my Mum away from me
So
away with words, they’re no consolation
There’s
a new, shining star in the constellation
Thank
you Mum for making me me
I wish
you could be here to see
Your
three beautiful grandchildren who
Remind
me so very much of you.
Rest
in peace Mum.
Aaron David 2010
I wrote this for my wife, never intended to put it on the site but what the hell...
Daybreak Smile.
When
I was nineteen I met a girl
Who
turned my life around
She
was pretty and petite
Her
eyes were deepest brown
She
was obviously too good for me
Our
relationship couldn’t last
I’d
eventually have to return
To
the disappointments of the past
Her
disposition was so happy
She
had a smile that was so bright
She
could turn the drabbest day into springtime
And
illuminate the darkest night
Against
all odds we stayed together
And
twenty-five years later
We’re
more in love than ever before
Every
day it grows greater
Our
three children are growing up
With
lives and friends of their own
We
have our happy family
And
our happy home
I
want to thank you Julie
For
agreeing to be my wife
For
your daybreak smile
For
giving me this life
I’ll
love you always.
Aaron
David 2009.