A Red Door Is....

A red door is... striking.
A red door is bold.

A red door will beckon you

In from the cold.

A red door gets opened

When you've got the key.

But it isn't much help

When the key is with me.

A red door takes mail

On the days that it comes,

And sometimes graffiti

When found in the slums.

But this door is special,

Whate'er it appears,

Because it's my Granny's

And has been for years.

Eating a l'anglaise

Bangers and mash in the morning.
Ploughman with pickle at night.
Follow 'em both up with custard
And life will be goin' alright.

London Graffiti

I said to my soul, "Be still."

For the rattle of the train

Carved a headache on my skull,

Stirred my stomach, made me ill,

And throbbed my hurting brain.

I said to my soul, "Be still."

Since incessant pigeons flocked,

Strutting 'bout the feet of men

Bobbing heads and pecking bills

Taunting our footfalls and socks.

I said to my soul, "Be still."

For crowds of business suits

Surged past my shoulders, faces

Blank. Empty window sills.

A deafening chorus of mute.

I said to my soul, "Be still."

My God I need your peace.

The world is whirling all askew

My own falls flat, give me your will.

Lead unto your quiet place.

"Back Pain" or "Poetic Quality is not Inherent in this System!"

I have a throbbing back ache.
I think it's pretty clear.
I wish that a pro bono
Masseuse would now appear!
But those folks all charge money
And wallet's looking lean.
I think I'll just take Advil
And vent a little spleen.

Pop and Fizzle

I have a can of soda pop;
It's full of Cee Oh Two
It's prob'ly gonna warm the world.
Just kidding! That's not true.

A Rube Ode

The Yankees are so scuzzy.
The Yankees are so yuck.
I'd like to think my Twinkies
Will run over them like a truck.
The odds are long, I know this.
The chances might seem thin,
But all the Twinkies have to do
Is WIN, WIN, WIN!!!!