Teardrops
Multicoloured pamphlets flutter in the breeze
Telling of the suffering and multiplying pain
Multicoloured leaflets dropping from the trees
The crying of the multiplying forest in the rain
Multicoloured raindrops falling from the skies
Splashing in a multiplying lake before my eyes
Multicoloured teardrops on frightened little face
The crying of a baby in the multiplying race
Multicoloured fishes swimming in the shoal
Sunken dreams of hope over multiplying years
Multicoloured wishes prayers to save the soul
The crying of a mother with multiplying tears
Multicoloured boasts billowing on high
Flagging commitment of a multiplying lie
Multicoloured hosts of angels wing the sky
Suffer little children with a multiplying sigh
Culzean Castle, Ayrshire
A dusting of snow, atop a Munro
Skye
Annabelle
The Lady Marionette
Jojo feels an urging to do something
An itchy twitching in the coiling of a string
A youthful longing to be tapping tippy-toes
To the lively music of the piping piccolos
In his dreams he dances to the minuet
With Annabelle the lovely Lady Marionette
Jojo fears his frame of brightly painted lumber
Is deemed not to be awakened from its slumber
Within a cardboard cell he sheds a little a tear
The unhappy prisoner of a lazy puppeteer
Lonesome awaiting the summertime vacation
With circus clowns and joyous celebration
Hoping and longing to dance the minuet
With Annabelle the lovely Lady Marionette
But alas and behold this heap of tinder wood
Is not quite assembled precisely as it should
Is he to be a captive for another lonely year?
This unhappy prisoner of a lazy puppeteer
Suddenly awakened from a year long sleeping
Into the darkness the puppeteer is peeping
Ten skinny fingers clutching at his strings
Two little puppets in the air on swings
He holds her hand gently on a fairground carousel
The lovely Lady Marionette Jojo’s Annabelle
The sun is slowly setting as they dance the minuet
Jojo kisses Annabelle she twirls a pirouette
The carousel is stopping the music slowing down
Lantern lights are dimming in the houses of the town
The puppeteer is yawning as he gathers up his trade
Packing up his puppets for the puppeteers parade
He had trouble disentangling the two that he forgot
The lovely Lady Marionette and Jojo tied the knot
Jojo
The Dusty Book
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout Pirate ships and Captain Cook
Sailing on the stormy seas and Clipper ships transporting teas
I see a vision on the tide of one who is to be my bride
Coming closer full sail billowing four white horses beneath her flowing
Imaginary maiden soon to wane hallucinary horses becoming plain
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout Pirate ships and Captain Cook
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout fishing with a baited hook
Those tastiest morsels to ensnare luring the beauteous unaware
I soon receive a nibbling feeling excitement rising quickly reeling
About to land my longed for catch a silver darling in my hatch
The rod is limp the game is played off to port swims a fine mermaid
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout fishing with a baited hook
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout Irish stew and how to cook
I dream I see a colleen there with rosy cheeks and auburn hair
Stirring with a wooden ladle rocking a baby in the cradle
Tempting me with tasty spoonful singing lullabys so tuneful
Mavourneen’s not what it may seem only a wish in a vagabond’s dream
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout Irish stew and how to cook
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout vanity and how I look
Combing over my balding patch hoping that I meet my match
Plucking at my nose and sneezing looking at my image pleasing
Mirror mirror on the wall I am handsome fair and tall
Polishing my shoes with blacking I can hear the mirror cracking
While reading through a dusty book ‘bout vanity and how I look.
