Humour Writing by the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC
Does your mother know?
well it’s morning on the 10th my Tinnitus is screaming
I got up for a parcel
I checked the final total for yesterday, with time zone finish
16, that’s sixteen countries reading me
Does your mother know?
Have you got nothing better to do
As I spread my “pollution” everywhere
So my message to all of you, Trump had his head in the sand
Global warming action must start TODAY
So think small and community, helping and sharing
And each day we begin again, or there will be NO Tomorrow
Meanwhile you can all read my rubbish
If we have something in common, then we are more likely
To Love One another, and not Fight
Covid 19 is a disease about our Mentality more than anything else
As it’s making the world madder and sadder
But you can break that chain, be being a new rock, a pierre for everybody
If you have read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
you should have spotted all that, the Love, Humour and Humanity
No, I didn’t plan a poncy posy book, I want you to laugh, cry and laugh again
Obviously a lot of the stories are true, I’ve just glued them together with
my spit, so I hope my words are worth all your spit
So go tell everybody, no need to climb any mountains
I have readers in Nepal already, just hit send and tell the global family
FART , rasping smelly pants changing FART
It was sounding too “holy” there, just be nice to each other
So I’ll go off and change my pants before my delivery man arrives
Calcutta Surprise in the book was like that
that’s how Patrick finally got his wife
Now be gone, and have a happy day today
We never say “nice day” in uk, that’s for Americans
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