Post by justfred on Nov 1, 2011 11:57:28 GMT
I am worried that it is the new Asian nurse
who is responsible for my breakfast going missing,
he's very skinny so he may have eaten it.
I sometimes want to die so I can be reunited
with my Elisabeth (I think that was her name
but last night's sleeping pills were stronger than usual
and I didn't wake up before I wet the bed again).
We had so much fun up until the tumour
that attacked her first stole her mind, then her life.
My Elisabeth was such a gentle soul
and she is the only woman I have ever loved,
maybe that brown nurse is a South American
I'm not very good with accents.
I remember coming home one day and finding her
My Elisabeth, not the brown nurse whose name is Pat)
sitting naked atop the car of our neighbour Mr Johnson
who was a coloured man too, he was lovely and
he understood that it was her illness that had caused her
to behave in such a way and he even refused me when
I offered to pay for the carwash to have the motions
that she had smeared all over his windscreen cleaned off.
He even drove her back to the hospital with me
whilst she sang horrible racialist songs
and questioned him about the length of his manhood.
I had never heard my Elisabeth her swear before that day,
the filth that came out of her sweet mouth
shocked me and taught me a few new words
which I never heard in the trenches.
My niece led me to this "website". Or was it my grandaughter?
I don't think I have a niece at the moment but
I do have a grandson who is one of those homosexualists
but I don't like to talk about that.
My niece is one of those lesbinos, no, I made a mistake,
it was my grandaughter, Michaela or Mike as she says.
She is a beauty and is a barber now, or a hairdresser
as she corrects me all the time with a playful slap.
I think my grandson is one too (a hairdresser as well as
a homosexualist) but I don't like to talk about him.
I can't believe the selection of chocolate available
in the sweet-shops these days, what's wrong with people,
why have the Wagon Wheels shrunk nowadays?
They took me and the Captain for a walk today.
I have never seen so many sea-gulls in the town centre
it must be the drains. My poems are what keeps me sane.
But I am still annoyed about that South American Indian.
who is responsible for my breakfast going missing,
he's very skinny so he may have eaten it.
I sometimes want to die so I can be reunited
with my Elisabeth (I think that was her name
but last night's sleeping pills were stronger than usual
and I didn't wake up before I wet the bed again).
We had so much fun up until the tumour
that attacked her first stole her mind, then her life.
My Elisabeth was such a gentle soul
and she is the only woman I have ever loved,
maybe that brown nurse is a South American
I'm not very good with accents.
I remember coming home one day and finding her
My Elisabeth, not the brown nurse whose name is Pat)
sitting naked atop the car of our neighbour Mr Johnson
who was a coloured man too, he was lovely and
he understood that it was her illness that had caused her
to behave in such a way and he even refused me when
I offered to pay for the carwash to have the motions
that she had smeared all over his windscreen cleaned off.
He even drove her back to the hospital with me
whilst she sang horrible racialist songs
and questioned him about the length of his manhood.
I had never heard my Elisabeth her swear before that day,
the filth that came out of her sweet mouth
shocked me and taught me a few new words
which I never heard in the trenches.
My niece led me to this "website". Or was it my grandaughter?
I don't think I have a niece at the moment but
I do have a grandson who is one of those homosexualists
but I don't like to talk about that.
My niece is one of those lesbinos, no, I made a mistake,
it was my grandaughter, Michaela or Mike as she says.
She is a beauty and is a barber now, or a hairdresser
as she corrects me all the time with a playful slap.
I think my grandson is one too (a hairdresser as well as
a homosexualist) but I don't like to talk about him.
I can't believe the selection of chocolate available
in the sweet-shops these days, what's wrong with people,
why have the Wagon Wheels shrunk nowadays?
They took me and the Captain for a walk today.
I have never seen so many sea-gulls in the town centre
it must be the drains. My poems are what keeps me sane.
But I am still annoyed about that South American Indian.
