I once knew a fellow called Fred
Someone threw a rock near his head
“You moron” he hissed
“I see that you missed
Would you rather I stood here instead?”
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If you throw a banger in the air
And where it falls down do not care
Do not be surprised
If you end up fried
When the firework sets fire to your hair
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A friend of mine called Colleen
Who was always working a scheme
To prevent his next crash
He’d need some more cash
To be paid back with interest It’d seem
Welcome to a new year
Born into darkness
Born into cold
A new cycle of death
To be followed by rebirth
The eternal cycle
To be celebrated
For without death there is no life
Without decay there is no regrowth
Without winter there is no spring
So we celebrate and give thanks
Thanks to nature, thanks to the cycle
Light the bonfires, appease the spirits
Oíche Samhain Shona Duit
And a happy Halloween to you all
After a long week
A hard slog through the field of chemistry
It feels strange, odd to not have to go in
A Monday and no office or lab
Just home, relaxing
Kinda guilty really
Should be doing something
But don’t have to
It is a long weekend
Time to take it easy
To not do anything
A little extra respite from the working week
Gotta love bank holidays
Moving through the branches
Fluid-like, waves in the trees
Flowing around the leaves
Following the contours of the wood
On their own ineffable path
Seeking the target of their own wants, plans
Unconcerned with those watching them
Just to stay away
Up in the trees
Their own home domain
A martial arts bloodbath
All covered in glam
The Muscles from Brussels
Jean-Claude Van Damme
The “plot” is quite simple
Our soldier Frank
All sinew and muscle
Built like a tank
Taught how to fight
By a Japanese master
Loaded with skills
Stronger and faster
Gathered with fighters
From around the world
Old Frankie went AWOL
When the fighting unfurled
He headed to Hong Kong
To fight in a ring
While federal agents
Tried to set up a sting
With his friend big Ray Jackson
And the sexy Leah Ayres
Fight after fight
While synth music blares
When Ray Jackson is smashed
Frankie vows to get even
Cue more extreme nude shots
Then you’d be believe’n
In the end our man Dux
Won the kumite
Though he was half blind
He still saw the way
Bloody and macho
It wasn’t cut short
A wonderful movie
Van Damme in Bloodsport
Bleary eyed and stumbling
One shoe missing
Make-up smeared
Cocktail dress dishevelled
Walking in unfamiliar territory
Seeking a way out, home
Ignoring the looks coming from behind closed doors
Looks of judgement
Yet she stands tall
Walking with grace
Well as much as one shoe can afford
With her there is no problem
With her it is no walk of shame
Late in the night
Or early in the morning
Depending on your point of view
Mood bolstered by merrymaking
Always good in excess
Ignoring the light rain
Falling from a dark sky
Slowly making my way up a lane-way
Steps careful on the wet ground
Seeking fast food excellence
Down at the local chipper
Careless glances into bushes
Finds two eyes looking back
Eyes surrounded by whitish fur
A fox, staring at me
I look at it, it stares back
Neither moves for a minute
Both unwilling to act
Waiting for the other to make the next move
The rain and growing hunger force my hand
I continue on
Looking back I see the creature still staring
Unmoved and waiting
For me to be gone
So it can continue its mysterious activities
In peace
Dressing as a bottle of beer
A head with antlers like a deer
Sci-fi villains, evil ghost
A great big buttered piece of toast
Men in black with a ray gun
Halloween is sure such fun
Army general, navy diver
Ski masks for only a fiver
Chainsaw wielding psycho killer
Zombie number four from Thriller
Sumo suit can weigh a ton
But Halloween is still such fun
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