Funeral

Usually, one likes to think

of one’s funeral as a 

reverential affair.

Where, in truth,

it is just an hour fitted 

into a schedule

when most people can attend.

What Polly Wants

Polly wants a cracker,

she wants a crack at Macka,

she likes the way he fills a room,

as much as he fills his pants.

She likes the cut of his jib,

she likes the point of his whit,

she likes the width of his shoulders

and the look of his thighs that thrust,

anything but slow.

She likes the kindness of his smile, 

his intelligence beguiles,

his teeth are straight and white,

his personality exudes might.

But mostly she likes his deep, velvet tones

that give her a thrill down below.

Polly and Macka, she says it over and over...

...until it means something.

And she can look up from dinner

and feel something real.

Hey Kids

There are all sorts of people

who make up this world,

some who like guys

and some who like girls,

and some who would deny 

you your right to know,

for reasons they won’t

always show.

You probably should learn quicker

about those with a political agenda

than those who are "sexual benders",

because the people who deny you 

your right to know,

are more dangerous than those

whose love they oppose.

Everybody Loved Buddy

My dog died, my lovely boy,

nearly 12 years old,

people say that is a good innings.

I could have had another 12, easily.

Walking in the street, like I’d be walking with him.

I see friends and neighbours come into view,

they ask where he is, just innocently.

And then I find myself comforting them.

Dog

You go out without pants on

The world is your toilet

You sniff people inappropriately

And everyone loves you.