Hopscotch

I never understood
The joy people got
from Hopscotch
I didn't understand the rules
I still don't

Fred The Ant

I really don’t think
Fred
Is a suitable name for an ant
Said Fred the ant

Complain to Tony
He was told

Tony, with all due respect
Fred
Is no name for an ant,
It does not suit an ant,
Could I be re-named as Clive?

No. Fred will do you just fine.
You don’t look like a Clive.
You stick with Fred
And don’t waste my time
There’s a lot of work to do.

Fred went back
To his work
And thought how different
Life would be
If he had been given a name like Clive

Hurling

The year Scotland
Over achieved in the hurling
Was weird yet amazing
It was snowy
And I was inspired
But the women looked
Like dinner ladies

Fat

Twenty yards in advance
Waiting by the tree until I pass
To avoid an unwanted circumstance
I was unaware that being fat
Could be such an inconvenience

Construction

Because we have the same style of shoe
And share the platform for thirty seconds
Some mornings
I have constructed an elaborate future
Of endless joy spent together
All of which could come crumbling down
If we were ever to mutter a word to each other

Not So Special

Do you remember the day when you realised
You weren't so special after all?

The centre of the Universe
Cruelly whipped away
Into regions unknown

Never to fully recover
The chase of that invisible radar
Is your secret purpose

I am special, I am special.

You're not though, are you?