On the outside looking in

On the outside looking in

On the outside I am laughing

On the inside I am crying

To tell you that I’m happy,

I know that would be lying.

Try to smile when things aren’t right

But the person you see isn’t me.

I’ve tried to explain about this plight

But know you wouldn’t agree.

Even little upsets will spark

Feelings of denial and doubt.

Tears behind closed doors so dark

Not knowing why or what about.

I do try and stay perky

And act at times quite quirky!

But underneath this whole facade

I don’t feel very chirpy.

Am always ready with a smile

Hang on to some sort of humour,

Turn my back on all hearsay,

Malicious gossip and rumour.

I’ll always say I’m good and well

While going through this private hell

And know there’s so much worse out there

When life seems hard to cope and bear.

This is going to sound pathetic –

Clouds have started to look black.

Must stay on the white synthetics.

Just don’t want to go back.

By taking such a small dose

Give back so much normality,

If you start to look on the inside

You’ll understand my plea.

16^th April 2014

Swelling in the dung!

Swelling in the dung

Am growing Willie chillies

Among the daffs and lilies,

With the tulips and the crocus

And simply must stay focused!

It’s pleasurable meanwhile

With a fruit of a touch penile;

But must watch my finger tips

On garden sticks with little pricks!

Growing with the other vegetables

With neatly written labels

All printed in smart italic

With the veg that is quite phallic.

I’ve grown them from seed

With the onions and the Swede

In the midst of grass and reed -

A rude looking kind of breed!

I’m having a little fun

Growing ding dongs in the sun;

They’ve only just begun

Getting swollen in the dung.

They are an organ shape

But taste nice in moose and cake

And chocolate I might add!

Before they mould and just go bad.

I wonder why they’re hot

Tho their name suggests they’re not?

As they burn my tongue and lips,

Wish I’d stuck with fish and chips!

My neighbour has misguided

Between the real thing and a hybrid!

I hope to see you in the spring

And enjoy a little fling.....

Inspired by Jenny

11^th April 2014