Ice Cream

It melts in the sun, an ice cream does, so smooth and cold   

For more active on play ground I am, so I need me some ice cream 

A pound (£1) would be too much  to pay Sir, now now Sir 

Just too much Sir, I'm counting my piggy bank coins, on rations Sir

Thus an agreement is reached, a handshake, a handshake Sir  

And I will have, the joy of summer; a handshake indeed  Sir

As soon as the sound of the Ice cream van blows to annouce

Oh from a distance, from a distance, to be heard 

It chimes, it comes and we all run after 

It sings, we jump, and we all go after 

99p for a cone, Ben and Jerry's, it shall be 

Cows and moo, spoons and moon   

99p to quench my thirst and lick my lips 

99p sticky drip on my hand  99p to pay

#I have got an Ice cream 

#I have got an Ice cream 


#Hooray, hurrah
#Hooray 

Four A Side;A losing side

This must be the start of summer 
When four a side, with one on the side 
For one of the sides, had one more in hand  


Hold battles on the field 
To resolve an age old conflict 
Of lets play each side; a friendly game 


Keeping in mind, with age count plus one 
One of the sides, doubles the other with age 
Of course, just as it happens with one spare to play  


The end result, without goal line technology 
Stood as a symbol of the outcome met 
Fifteen : Seven, holy, holy cow; was that French 


But as this stands as an age old battle 
Where strangers meet, and choose to battle 
I prescribe another of such events, to redeem lost pride 


Indeed to redeem lost pride 
To have two left feet and age count against 
With barbecue and beer, served on the menu, as excuse 


This must be the start of the summer 
On the park, with strangers encounter and bravado 
Another battle would soon be fought, legs stretch  


To redeem lost pride, to be young again 
With memory books open to be inscribed 
This must be the start of summer 

Smiles are a Rarity

Long as it comes, quick as it goes..

Into the memory of long forgotten..

Them days in yester years..

Like winters coldest night.. 
Remembered in summer..

Always is with aurora..

To see life come out, sprung out..
Through the dry earth when it rains..

In the queens land, smiles are a rarity..

The clouds reflection on faces, is with grey..

Courtesy, replaced by frown's sculpture..

Comedians are only with dark comedy..

Laughters are forced on..

What is an English humour...

To confuse the best of us with sarcasm..

In coded ways..

But look close, close enough..

In there lies tell, tell signs on faces..

Like a dried up river bed and lives it holds..

It awaits the love of  rain...

To be awaken by summers breeze..

Long as it comes, quick as it goes..

Always it is with aurora..

To see the sun bright on smiles..
In the queens land..