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Notes: “Wimpole Street” is a street in London where offices of high-priced private medical specialists are located. “Queens Counsel,” as viewers of the wonderful Rumpole Series on PBS have learned, refers to senior members of the Bar. And Danny La Rue was a very funny and popular female impersonator.

Wait for Me!
Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small, but I WAS!
Tiny, in shape
Lusting to live
I hung in my pulsing cave.
Soon they knew of me
My mother — my father.
I had no say in my being
I lived on trust
And love
Tho’ I couldn’t think
Each part of me was saying
A silent “Wait for me
I will bring you love!”
I was taken
Blind, naked, defenseless
By the hand of one
Whose good name
Was graven on a brass plate
In Wimpole Street,
And dropped on the sterile floor
Of a foot-operated plastic waste bucket.
There was no Queens Counsel
To take my brief.
The cot I might have warmed
Stood in Harrod’s shop window.
When my passing was told
My father smiled.
No grief filled my empty space.
My death was celebrated
With tickets to see Danny La Rue
Who was pretending to be a woman
Like my mother was.

Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
By a dust cart in Spain
And again in Zanzibar.
So,
He travled at night
In the pale moon light
Away from the traffic growl
But terrible luck
He was hit by a duck
Driven by an owl.

Say Bazonka every day
That’s what my grandma used to say
It keeps at bay the Asian Flu’
And both your elbows free from glue.
So say Bazonka every day
(That’s what my grandma used to say)

Don’t say it if your socks are dry!
Or when the sun is in your eye!
Never say it in the dark
(The word you see emits a spark)
Only say it in the day
(That’s what my grandma used to say)

Young Tiny Tim took her advice
He said it once, he said it twice
he said it till the day he died
And even after that he tried
To say Bazonka! every day
Just like my grandma used to say.

Now folks around declare it’s true
That every night at half past two
If you’ll stand upon your head
And shout Bazonka! from your bed
You’ll hear the word as clear as day
Just like my grandma used to say!

There was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said I think I will fly to the sun
So with great palms strapped to his arms
He started to takeoff at a run

Mile after mile he galloped in style
But never once left the ground
You’re going too slow said a passing crow
Try reaching the speed of sound

So he put on a spurt My God how it hurt!
Both the soles of his feet caught on fire
As he went through a stream there were great clouds of steam!
But he never got any higher

On and on through the night, both his knees caught alight
Clouds of smoke billowed out of his rear!
Quick to his aid were the fire brigade
They chased him for over a year

Many moons passed by … Did Baboon ever fly?
Did he ever get to the sun?
I’ve just heard today, he’s well on his way
He’ll be passing through Acton at one.

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

There must be a wound!
No one can be this hurt
and not bleed.

How could she injure me so?
No marks
No bruise

Worse!
People say ‘My, you’re looking well’
…..God help me!
She’s mummified me -
ALIVE!

Drake is going

west, lads
So Tom is going East
But tiny Fred
Just lies in bed,
The lazy little beast.

Go away girl, go away
and let me pack my dreams
Now where did I put those yesteryears
made up with broken seams
Where shall I sweep the pieces
my God they still look new
There’s a taxi waiting at the door
but there’s only room for you

Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!

The essence of true beauty
Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows
Of your joy and laughter

You hold my hand and smile
As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire
Our love is all there is

I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I’m held in the honour of your love

Then overnight, the wrold truns suor
61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR
I’M A L 0 N E

‘Help, help, ‘ said a man. ‘I’m drowning.’
‘Hang on, ‘ said a man from the shore.
‘Help, help, ‘ said the man. ‘I’m not clowning.’
‘Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I’ve got a disease.
I’m waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.’
‘How long, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘Will it take for the Doc to arrive? ‘
‘Not very long, ‘ said the man with the disease. ‘Till then try staying alive.’
‘Very well, ‘ said the man who was drowning. ‘I’ll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.’
‘Help, help, ‘ said the man with the disease, ‘I suddenly feel quite ill.’
‘Keep calm.’ said the man who was drowning, ‘ Breathe deeply and lie quite still.’
‘Oh dear, ‘ said the man with the awful disease. ‘I think I’m going to die.’
‘Farewell, ‘ said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, ‘goodbye.’
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It’s been a very nice day.

Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it’s good enough to eat,
It’s good enough to stand!

On a plinth in London
A statue we should see
Of Porridge made in Scotland
Signed, “Oatmeal, O.B.E.”
(By a young dog of three)

Things that go ‘bump’ in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It’s the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

Elephants are contagious!
Be careful how you tread.
An Elephant that’s been trodden on
Should be confined to bed!

Leopards are contagious too.
Be careful tiny tots.
They don’t give you a temperature
But lots and lots - of spots.

The Herring is a lucky fish
From all disease inured.
Should he be ill when caught at sea;
Immediately - he’s cured!

I cannot
and I will not
No, I cannot love you less
Like the flower to the butterfly
The corsage to the dress

She turns my love to dust
my destination empty
my beliefs scattered: Diaspora!

Who set this course - and why?
Now my wings beat -
without purpose
Yet they speed………….

My sister Laura’s bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can’t lift her, I’ve tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There’s a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

The people who live
On the Oojah-ka-Piv
Stand around in bundles of nine

When asked how it feels
They reply ‘Curried Eels’!
Otherwise - everything’s going fine!

American Detectives
Never remove their hats
When investigating murders
In other people’s flats.

P.S. Chinese Tecs
Are far more dreaded!
And they always appear
Bare-headed!

There will be a time when it will end
Be it parting
Be it death
So each passing minute with you
Pendulummed with sadness
So many times
I looked long into your face.
I could hear the clock ticking

So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure

Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who’s much bigger

Unaware of my crime
they stood me in the dock.

I was sentenced to life….
without her.

Strange trial.
No judge.
No jury.

I wonder who my visitors will be

Pass by citizen
don’t look left or right
Keep those drip dry eyes straight ahead
A tree? Chop it down- it’s a danger
to lightning!
Pansies calling for water,
Let ‘em die- queer bastards-
Seek comfort in the scarlet, labour
saving plastic rose
Fresh with the fragrance of Daz!
Sunday! Pray citizen;
Pray no rain will fall
On your newly polished
Four wheeled
God

Envoi

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Get it out with Optrex

Go away girl, go away
and let me pack my dreams
Now where did I put those yesteryears
made up with broken seams
Where shall I sweep the pieces
my God they still look new
There’s a taxi waiting at the door
but there’s only room for you

Two children (small), one Four, one Five,
Once saw a bee go in a hive,
They’d never seen a bee before!
So waited there to see some more
And sure enough along they came
A dozen bees (and all the same!)
Within the hive they buzzed about
Then, one by one, they all flew out
Said Four: ‘Those bees are silly things,
But how I wish I had their wings!’

Young are our dead
Like babies they lie
The wombs they blest once
Not healed dry
And yet - too soon
Into each space
A cold earth falls
On colder face.
Quite still they lie
These fresh-cut reeds
Clutched in earth
Like winter seeds
But they will not bloom
When called by spring
To burst with leaf
And blossoming
They sleep on
In silent dust
As crosses rot
And helmets rust

I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there - I wonder if they’re dry?

If you’re attacked by a Lion
Find fresh underpants to try on
Lay on the ground quite still
Pretend you are very ill
Keep like that day after day
Perhaps the lion will go away

A young spring-tender girl combed her joyous hair
‘You are very ugly’ said the mirror.
But, on her lips hung
a smile of dove-secret loveliness,
for only that morning had not the blind boy said,
‘You are beautiful’?

So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
TV
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
But otherwise
‘A very good home’
They fed you Pal and Chun
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will but another dog

Down the stream the swans all glide;
It’s quite the cheapest way to ride.
Their legs get wet,
Their tummies wetter:
I think after all
The bus is better

My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid’s hair
points the water’s drift
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful

If only,
I didn’t have flu

The clock has turned enough
to reach a planet
Life is endless night
I hear wings beating in
the dark of my room
A giant Raven is waiting –
for me to fall asleep

‘Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud “Tut-Tut!”

Said A to B, “I don’t like C
His manners are a lack
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!”

“I disagree,” said D to B,
“I’ve never found C so
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O”

C was vexed, “I’m much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I’m made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape”

“He’s right” said E; said F, “Whoopee!”
Said G, “‘Ip, ‘Ip, ‘ooray!”
“You’re dropping me,” roared H to G.
“Don’t do it please I pray”

“Out of my way,” LL said to K
“I’ll make poor I look ILL”
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL

“U know,” said V, “that W
Is twice the age of me
For as a Roman V is five
I’m half as young as he”

X and Y yawned sleepily,
“Look at the time!” they said
“Let’s all get off to beddy-byes”
They did, then “Z-z-z”

English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one
English Teeth, Happy Teeth!
Always having fun
Clamping down on bits of fish
And sausages half done
English Teeth! HEROES’ Teeth!
Hear them click! and clack!
Let’s sing a song of praise to them -
Three Cheers for the Brown Grey and Black