Hoarse

Conscription starts at home! Shine that latrine Polish those socks Climb that laundry mountain Conscription starts at home Muck out that latrine till your fingernails bleed Shod that pony Shim that tackle! Polish that brass Haul that ass All the way to the railway yard! All before breakfast starts Clear that table Mind those crumbs

Later On

Blues music plays softly and we chillax in the gazebo Soft drinks are our game and we sip slowly on them playing with ice cubes over snatches of each others eyes. Later on, we lounge out our feet over each other and laugh at our command of rituals owned by us at our tender age. While

Write A Children’s Prayer For Christmas

I thought that I should try to connect with the magic of childhood this Christmas. So I thought I would write a Children’s prayer – a Prayer for Children to pray. When I was writing it I found myself remembering on some things from my childhood so I included them in my prayer and asked for God’s forgiveness.

Bask In The Glory Days

It’s not often I am told to bask in the glory. So I am doing it. Willingly. Does this mean to take a break also? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I enjoy writing and to stop would be akin to cutting off a limb (no rhyme intended) So I will carry on writing and gaining the plaudits of

Reg

This is a guy who used to go to the same church as me when i was a kid. He is still singing in the choir now – aged 94! Rock On Reg! (Historical Inaccuracies Allowed)