In Dreamland

Cliché the commentator was taken by surprise

Could not imagine what he was seeing

Could not believe his eyes

.

The football pitch was purple

Goals were hanging in the air

The ball was a huge fat toffee apple

The referee an old grey mare

.

Beach huts dotted the terraces

With families at barbecues

Players ran around in waders

Except goalies in platform shoes

.

At the seven captains’ insistence

Laws of physics were to be ignored

At kick off they ate biscuits

And the whistle simply snored

.

The fans showed a little interest

When a pterodactyl flew in sight

Chased by a flying winger

Who never shirked a fight

.

The bustling centre forward

Wore a bustle on his rump

While the tenacious midfield terrier

Stopped to wee on a grass clump

.

The composed central defender

Was giving off strange smells

That drifted to the Kop End

Launching seventies flares and ringing shells

.

The clichéd commentator

Was getting all the details wrong

His microphone was a potato

And his watch burst into song

.

“I’m late! I’m late!” the startled man began to scream

Thinking he was still deeply held in his twisted dream

He ran straight out of his front door onto the busy street

But he hadn’t any clothes on, just slippers on his feet.

.

n.b. What an www.napowrimo.net nightmare!!! Day 4 poem from a dream / dream poem.

Glossary:

Football: game played with a spherical ball that is kicked.

Goalie: a player who is allowed to use his hands to stop the ball going into the goal net.

Winger: highly skilled player who is usually slight of stature, wirey of frame and tricky, speedy and able to “fly” along the edge of the pitch.

Centre Forward: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and scoring goals.

Central Defender: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and stopping goals.

CLP 04/04/2020

Mad March Hairs

You gotta be kidding me?

Two fat, blond guys?

Like twins?

Tweedle Dum flies in Air Force One

Tweedle Dee lives at Number Ten

Part-timers both

One plays golf

The other makes babies

President?

Prime Minister?

At a time of national emergency?

Of international crisis?

Elected by the popular vote?

You gotta be kidding me?

.

n.b. It is said that you get what you pay for.

Boris Johnson’s idea to let at least 60% of the population get ill with Covid-19 corona virus in order to build up “herd immunity” is sick. This is an idea that Hitler, or Stalin might have played with – mass graves on the back of a theory.

While in America, Donald Trump’s belief in free market extremism is such that he has done his utmost whilst President to dismantle any vestige of public health service. Access to health care depends on whether individuals have the financial resources to buy health insurance at an adequate level, or the cash to pay “for profitorganisations that sell health care.

CLP 15/03/2020

Dreaming

Where does reality lie?

Conscious imaginings set the pulse racing

A word, phrase

Silence, a pause

Unsettle the soul

Then comes the unbearable night

In once shared places

Spaces and darkness fill

With half-formed images

Spectres haunt the heart

I wake mouthing words

That make no sense

.

n.b. Fictional composition.

CLP 03/01/2020