I rock up to work
at 9:30 every day
And (if I'm not harrassed by my colleagues)
I start it in the same way
I boot up my computer
And my password I type in
Then prepare my morning beverage
You may think it is a sin
I partake not of coffee
Caffine is not for me
Coffee gives me a headache
Though, occasionally I'll have tea
Instead from my desk I take
My mug, and water bottle too
I empty the contents from them
And fill them with water that is new
I return then to my desk
From the drawers of which I take
A soluable little tablet
For my good health's sake
I drop it in the mug
As it desolves it begins to hiss
It supplements your diet
And colourises your piss
This magic little drink
"Berocca" it is called
Defends against most illnesses
Such as the common cold
It is filled with lots of vitamins
Especially vitamin "B"
But it also contains others
and a thousand milligrams of "C"
So that is what I do first
When at work I arrive
It is vitamins not caffine
That makes me feel alive.
Bubonic, not a health-freak. Honest.

Posts now number
One thousand and thirty three
They are scheduled to appear
Until August 2015 them you will see.
There's more to put up too
Perhaps a few hundred or so
But, for now, that'll do
Off to drink beer I go.


;)

Lerk the evuncular
He talks to trees
We ask your forgiveness
On bended knee.

True, we don't see
too much of you these days
Your boss is demanding
He must change his ways.

We miss getting *bopped*
On the board now and then
The contests so good...
Please pick up your pen.

Although your not picked
As someone's butt of a joke
You should pick up the pointy sticks
And give us a poke.

We need small reminders
To remember those dear
So get back on the boards
Get it in gear!

A mentor and friend
An Oak stanging tall
We miss you Lerk
I speak for us all!

*Hugs*
Tink
:)

You think you have it tough,
Nightmares in the dark.
You know nothing of fear,
Till they come to you in the day.

Images of you friends
The ones you love the most.
Broken, bloody,
Comatose.

During the day,
In class.
Whilst giving a speech.

You know nothing of pain,
You know nothing of fear,
Till the middle of the day.

You who is scared of the dark,
I fear the light of day.

I can turn to no one,
I stay composed,
I hide my pain.

"The Alien is Here" A humorous, irreverant poem.

Sometimes I lie awake at night,
and stare up at the sky,
one night I saw a frightening sight,
that people said was a lie.

Hovering there high above me,
Shining in a frightening way,
was the very last thing I expected to see,
right here in our Milky Way.

Strangely, it was painted bright pink,
and was really rather nifty,
like an old, old car, I think
circa 1950.

Slowly the bubble top moved,
It shook, and slid aside,
and who did I see there grinning,
smiling at me from inside?

"Some people say they abducted me.
I say that that is a lie.
Those people will probably never see,
that I left on my own, and why

"I decided to leave my home,
I chose to fly off into space,
In my car with its bright pink dome,
And escape that awful rat race.

"I escaped of my own free will,
and I will probably never come back,
I'm sorry my family had to pay the bill,
and my whole band got the sack,

"But it is better this way,
believe me, I really know,
And now, though it's awful to say,
I really do have to go."

And so he flew away,
and he didn't even sing!
I am still glad, anyway,
that I got to meet The King.

I read with some discomfort,
Your post a tick ago,
I had a nasty flashback,
Back ten years I did go.
I think I have told you before,
I hit a car with my motorbike,
I broke my leg in three places,
It was something I didn't like.
The pain was enormous,
The time in hospital a bore,
Just when I thought it was over,
The ghouls came back for more.
It took four time for my leg to set,
The doctors were concerned,
If it didn't heal quickly,
To amputation they'd have turned.
I don't say this for sympathy,
Just to set the scene,
I've been where you are, brother,
It's a place that I have been.                                                    

All through the tribulations.
The drugs and the pain,
I focussed on the future,
Getting things back to the same,
As they were before the accident,
This infirm creature wasn't me,
I was then a chrysalas,
I would soon break free.                                                    

I also never thought you were whining,
I'm glad that you stopped by,
To tell us how you're doing,
My - doesn't time fly?
I was had to hear about your surgery,
Som times it doesn't work,
This things just sometimes happen,
Now, where's that Fast Healer perk?
And yes, you'll recover some day,
Focus on that time,
Think "I will beat this sucker,
Victory shall be mine!"                                                    

Just one last thing now,
Give telephone posts a rest,
Check only the posts on this board,
And give yourself a rest.                                                    

Best wishes and keep smilin'!                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                          

Shield of Reflection

Crouched in night gloom
beneath tower shield

By will of my General
I can ne'er yield

Yet prevail I cannot
ground under by cries

Memories of life,
a country maid's thighs

Face down, mud-shrouded
This corpse bitten by flies.