JAMIE
By
Laurence Kermode
Jamie came and Jamie went
Jamies dad said “Jamie’s Bent”
I didn’t think so at the time
I thought the lad was doing fine
Always polite and caring too,
A very civil “How are you?”
His dad’s shacked up with another dame
That’s the reason Jamie came
But now he feels pushed aside
No attention, mixed up inside
He got involved with a bad young lot
They thought it smart to steal and plot
Now poor Jamie’s incarcerated
Branded for life and always berated
Jamie came and Jamie went
Not much life for a young innocent.
THE MAN WITH NO HAIR
By
Laurence Kermode March 1990
I’ve seen a man who has no hair
But mummy says I mustn’t stare
His head is shiny and round his face
Are whiskers that fly out like lace
Why doesn’t hair grow on his head?
But covers all his face instead
Did he eat all his crusts when young?
And was he told to hold his tongue?
Did he play with boys and girls?
And did his mummy comb his curls?
Did he run and ride a bike
And eat the things he didn’t like?
Did he stay up late and watch TV
Or was he sent to bed like me?
I’ve seen him smile and whistle too
In fact he’s just like me and you
So how can a man who has no hair
Object to girls and boys who stare?
SPRING SONG
By
Laurence Kermode 1930’S
With breath of spring
The scent of perfumed woods to bring
With good companions and
A host of God’s great lovely things
Let’s whistle as we walk to ease our load
And help us on our way
Along some quiet country road.
BIRTHDAY BOY
By
Laurence Kermode 02/11/2003
I hear you’ve just turned seventeen
With working hands not always clean
A day I hope that brings you joy
Almost a man from a little boy.
Each day I see you clean your bike
A smart young man that people like
Life isn’t easy when you’re young
You do good deeds that go unsung
You try to please, no one listens
You polish your bike until it glistens
And then the damn thing goes on fire
With bonfire night within the hour
But never mind that awful day
Let us all shout Hip Hooray
For Kirk is seventeen today!
TT BLUES
By
Laurence Kermode 9th June 2000
Hark hark the dogs do bark
The blighters have come to town
They want a leak, you can hear them shriek
And no one can keep them down
As motor bikes roar
You can guess the score
It’s blood and guts all around
For dogs without leads
Give in to their needs
And lampposts are hard to find
So you who have pets
Take heed of the vets
Dont let your cat or dog roam
It’s fun to be out
But if it gets a clout
You’ll wish that your pet had stayed home.