Wednesday, 17 July 2013

The Rude Awakening


The Rude Awakening



David's joined the ranks of the insomniacs.
Three nights this week a goodnight sleep is something that he lacks.
In his bed he thrashes like a ferret in a sack.
One minute on his front, the next he's on his back.
his attempts to find comfort frustrate him, he's had enough already.
He thrashed his legs about so much he's even kicked out teddy.

Dave rose from his bed, tired of all the toiling. 
And to the Kitchen bleary eyed he found milk and a pot to boil in. 
He was always told as a child hot milk's the best nightcap.
So he thought with this warming brew he’d finally get a nap.

He returned to his chilling bed relieved to feeling drowsy
But when the alarm clock woke him up he thought it really lousy.
Dave's reaching, reaching out, to stop this assault upon his ears.
And from underneath the blankets Dave's head slowly appears.
Trudging to the bathroom he washes sleep from out his eyes.
He’s wondering should he go to work or make up some white lies.

Washing face and neck just like his parents taught him.
He's wrapped up in his towel like the body from Turin.
After these ablutions he dresses with a spurt.
One blue sock he's pull up while putting on a shirt.

Tripping over teddy, on to his derriere.
He noticed while in flight his socks are not a pair.
Oh I’ve not time for changing even if these socks are clashing.
I’ll put up with the taunts and jibes and the inevitable ear bashing.

Dave heads out into the Morning, in his trusty clapped out Datsun.
That he made look a little smarter by putting cool mats in.
Up hill and dale no traffic swell, for him to get boxed in.
He’s filling the air the Country air with this Datsun's fuel toxin.

Well after all that effort you’d think we'd see Dave happy.
But sadly I must convey this Day it only made him snappy.
You see dear friends on his arrival; he found to his dismay
He could have stayed in bed all day....today was Saturday.

Illustrated by BestDrWho  

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

David's Pain


David’s pain


It isn’t much for me and you 

To make a journey to the loo.
Who’d have thought they’d make a fuss 
When David asked to stop the bus.



With just a few more miles to go
The driver said he would not slow.
If he had thought while at the station
He wouldn’t be in this situation.

As Dave returned to sit again

He crossed his legs to ease his pain.
Beads of sweat ran down his head
He held his breath his face turned red.
He sought to occupy his mind 
But found that nature was unkind.

When the bus stopped in the dark

David was first to disembark.
Although he had sat at the back
The need for speed he didn’t lack.

Dave legged it up the lane

Found a loo and smiled again.
But as he left with such relief 
It only added to his grief.
Although the bus had stopped that’s right
It was only for a traffic light.

Illustrated by BestDrWho

Monday, 15 July 2013

One Shot Billy

Hello viewers. this is a poem I wrote in my 20's while on a night shift back in
my space and satellite days with Marconi Space. the original was written and illustrated in the nightshift handover book, so David the guy taking over in the early hours would see it.. I made four of these as the nights went on and intended writing a whole series to make a book of poems called The Book of David....
I hope you enjoy this trip to my past.
                                                                 
One shot Billy
 
Illustrated by Paul aka BestDrWho

David’s in his western gear, 
Well at least that’s how it would appear
He has one elbow on his steer,
To rest it while he’s sipping beer

Walking  back into the bar, the cow folk all went quiet
They stared, some thought, “heck look at him he must be on a diet?”
Dave moseyed on up to the bar and tapped the barman’s shoulder.
He was just as thin as Dave but he was slightly older.
“Can I have another drink?" He asked feeling rather silly.
“What ya want?” the barman asked.
"I’ll have a sarsaparilly."

Drink in hand he spots The Gamblers, and asks, “can I join in ?“
One man looked up, answered “yep!" now the poker will begin.

The game went on for minutes and Dave got over heated.
He jumped up in a rage and said, “That what name there just cheated!“

“Well that there is fighting talk." said his opponent rather quickly.
David’s face turned green then white in fact he looked quite sickly.
The people said “we’ll clear the street so you can meet at noon."
So one shot Billy said to Dave “you’ll meet your maker soon.”

At the crack of noon Dave awoke to face his awful fate.
Then sent a note to Billy to say he might be late.
Nervously he walked to town and past the shop called Macy.
Billy stood there dressed in black, and David white and lacy.

Dave went for his gun but that Billy was too quick.
Another notch went on his gun this made it his hat-trick.
“David will you please get up." Mother shouted from the hall
He looked around with great relief he must have dreamt it all.

You see he was only dreaming of fighting in the west.
So he strolled down stairs for breakfast, Mum’s cooking at its best.