Environment

You may not notice

but it's true you see

the effect the environment

it has on me

You may not notice

but this also counts for you

Your bodily functions

and state of mind too

Good choice of location

resonates concentration

Always moving to the future

developing the latter

Careful Consideration

Selective Subject matter

Capri Sun

little Corner Shop

down brick lane in London

it's early in the morn

and the fun has just begun

The old Capri Sun I find

small carton

poke the straw

that's the kind, you know the score!

I discovered you see

the Impracticality

of poking a straw through your drink

a little Mistake

of no choice I did make

but the straw pierced through to the Other Side.

My Shadow Jim

My Shadow Jim

he's Smiling him

he's a Jolly Happy Lad,

until I'm down

then he'll put on a frown

and I'll wish that I never Had.

For Jimmy the Lad

he suits being Happy

he's a chappy of songs and delight,

One thing about Jimmy

that makes me want to shimmy

and supplies me with a Cheeky little Fright;

The Reliable Precision

Consistency of Decision

His Artful Disappearance by Night

Apt

lonely little tale

get swallowed by a Whale

with no defeat

some fish we will eat

Until we turn ill and Pale

Delirium Creativity

I have to write about things Silly

like an Elephant and his big willy

If I'm being Serious

I sound Delirious

And I think agitation,

May be the fuel for concentration

Words are the release,

to a frustrated mind disease

Some words that end

with three letters the same

they may not rhyme

But who can you Blame

Man From France

This Man from France

He'd do a little Dance, He'd be a little cheeky too

His Devilish Desires, Fuelled Furious Fires

Until he took a trip to the Loo

Your Direction he'll drift

Renowned to be Swift

Stealthy Surprise he might Sneak up on You

For Quietly in the playground

Discreet; Without a sound

He'd be there to strike you down with a 'Boo'!

Startling Children all over

From Dundee to Dover

Shocking Youngsters right out of their Wits

His Stormy Spirit to Scare

And no Sign 'Please Beware'

Would Catch Children right out in a Blitz

No Love or Devotion

No Chance of Promotion

His Passions they were out of Tune

A Glimpse had been Seen

Of his Tendencies Mean

He was Destined Forever a Loon