Saturday 7 April 2012

Witches of North Manchester

Roaming in the urban sprawl
Are witches numbering three
One is ginger, two are not
They all drink gallons of tea

In the sinister land named Blackley
Casting spells at will
Evil deeds unvanquished
Bloodthirsty and never still

Redhead like a serpent
A forked tongue like flashing blades
Any poor victims that cross her path
Are haunted in dawn raids

Second witch is lily white
Disguised as a bus driver
Her mission is a simple one
To never accept a fiver

Third wicked woman practices her craft
With looks that can kill
Hair changing colour many times a year
Thriving on the thrill

Round and round the dreaded 'hood
Terrifying and deathly pale
No earthly being can stop them
And live to tell the tale

Tuesday 3 April 2012

Peace of Mind

Years have passed leaving me aghast
Never sought fame, never courted glory
Wanting the best for others, but never me
An idealistic view that can never be
Suffering fools on their bar stools
Ears bleeding from incoherent bile
Never wrong, always in denial
So what of the present and to give to the world?
The here and now with no flag unfurled
A legacy, something to call my own
A place in history, not to die unknown
A look to tomorrow and a straw to clutch
Maybe just peace of mind
That's not too much