Wicked Rhyme
Stories & Rhyme to Rebuke or Dissect
Sunday 8.10 am
As daylight breached the fruitless trees, I repelled the snow burdened park in venture of beverage and fresh attire. Bedraggled, I staggered towards the Tavern situated in an adjacent district. Tired but relieved, I conquered their icy steps to hanker their juice, but the inn door shut on contact, with a hoarse voice advising me from an upper window to 'get lost (or words to that effect). Agitated, I rotated at speed to haplessly slip on their neglected upper platform, plummetted and dislocated my shoulder, then roared for compassion. Doors, windows and blinds compressed in unison and playing children vacated their squalid playground without hesitation on their ancestors firm advice. An excruciating pain invaded my arm as I rolled around in the snow (as if that helps). With my one remaining capable arm I reviewed the situation............
Wish List
I wish I hadn't come here
I wish I hadn't seen that
I wish I hadn't bought this
I wish I was systematic, diplomatic, enigmatic or something similar
I wish I my hair was longer
I wish I was physically stronger
I wish I was orchestral and volumetric when in the presence of nobility
I wish I was commanding and vibrant when amongst the petty crowd
I wish I was financially secure for damn sure
I wish I was rich beyond my wildest dreams
I wish I could afford to be flippant like an aristocrat's only spoilt child
I wish I had a leather jacket like that
I wish I could dance like Michael Jackson, James Brown or even Nijinsky
I wish I could entice, excite, enlight, enrich
I wish you'd shut up and sit down....in that order
I wish you wouldn't do that
I wish you'd stop swearing.......and spitting for that matter
I wish I was more appreciated
I wish you were here instead of me being tortured
I wish I was somewhere else being pampered
I wish God was here in my hour of need
I wish I hadn't said that
I wish you'd sit down and be quiet
I wish the sun and the earth would collide and thus rid me
of my crippling debts and continuous bad health
I wish I could sleep at nights without the aid of tablets
I wish the crass and the ignorant would cease to exist
I wish stupidity was punishable by death
I wish crucifixion was a valid deterrent for the mindless desecration of our ancestors heritage
I wish to retract that last statement.........unfortunately
I wish Priests Court was a dual carriageway
I wish you'd stop shouting and moaning and pushing
I wish you'd drop dead
I wish I hadn't said that
I wish to be excused
I wish the train of good fortune would for once....if it's not too much trouble........stop long enough...for me to get on board
I wish to be admired and appreciated and adored and envied by no-one in particular
in fact.........
I wish to be called Gloria in future...if you don't mind
I wish you'd stop laughing .....I jest you not.....it's a serious matter
I wish you loved me
I wish you were obsessed to the point of sickness
I wish you were mine basically.
I wish I'd met you years ago
Respect, Admiration & Inspiration:
Kate Bush / Alanis Morrissette / Tasmin Archer / Julie Covington / Joy De Vivre / Billie Holiday / Aretha Franklin / Edith Piaf / Lena Lovich / Nina Simone / Marlene Dietrich / Chrissy Hinde / Poly Styrene / Doris Day / Eve Libertine / Kathleen Ferrier / Mama Cass / Siouxsie Sioux / Ari Up / Vi Subversa / Laurie Anderson . 
Funny Or What?
Memory Problems
Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other, "Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?"
"Outstanding," Fred replied. "They taught us all the latest psychological techiniques - visualization, association - it made a huge difference for me."
"That's great! What was the name of the clinic?"
Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that red flower with the long stem and thorns?"
"You mean a rose?"
"Yes, that's it!" He turned to his wife. . ."Rose, what was the name of that clinic?"
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