From Grandpa

A cabinet sat on his snooker table
One Lillian had never seen before
Did anyone say she was enable
To open the cabinet door
So she did and inside she found
A beautiful model of a ship
Precisely painted and perfectly round
Out to set sale on a sea trip
But below the ship were several ship sets
Ready to be painted like so
A note for Lillian so she would not forget
Reading "For Lillian from Grandpa" who had died long ago

Mr. Ghoulin

Mr. Ghoulin
He was a friend I thought
Like my kin
There was so much he taught
Lonely me
No one ever listened or cared
Now I see
Our feelings can now be shared
No, I should be scared
Mr. Ghoulin is not what I though he was
As much as I trusted him, because
He chased me through his house with a spade
I thought he cut me up with the spade's sharp blade
The man was insane in the sad end
Though I thought he was my only friend

Meditating Grandma

Grandma alone
Stands alone for the last time
She meditates on her own
This time
Cleansing her thoughts like always
Her own thoughts not her families
They can sod off for all she cares
She meditates for her own mind
Until her family leaves
And she freezies to death

Oh Vin Kramer

Oh Vin Kramer
Disclaimer
Verdict you lost
What did it cost
Now you are sad
Usually mad
You simply miss
Your husband's kiss

Argyle the Badger

Badger Argyle
Rest in a pile
In the Badgers nest
Rest went on a quest
Argyle stays put
Right in the nest soot
Then hungry he gets
Food outside he bets
Argyle now out
walks walks walks about
Did he return home
Or is he alone

Man in Red

It went over my head
When I met the man in red
My mind he cunningly read
By saying the things he said
You sure this is the path you want to tread?
You sure you don't want something else instead?
This is what he deviously said
That rotten man in red
For I decided while I fled
It was the right path I wanted tread
But when I returned, that man in red
Took that same path instead
I was completely mislead
By the mysterious man in red

Buddy's New Purpose

Buddy Smooth, dear Buddy Smooth

After the death of his dog

Had nothing to do or to soothe

And nothing to the moor, to slog

There's was more to do now everyday

Though what Buddy wasn't sure

His mother said "Get a job, get pay,

There's nothing no more to slog to the moor"