No. 71: Commuters, 1985

Breakfast TV followed by breakfast
Traffic jam or tube?
A choice to reunite this morning
With our fellows
To curse and discharge arrows
From our eyes
At our faceless, distant
But too close , unknown brethren
To the office, the factory floor
Far removed , tedious ,monotonous
Unbearable deeds of servitude
In order to spear the unsuspecting prey
And drag it yelling from the check out
All the way back to our lonely caves.

No.72: Cuckoo, 1986

I met a Cuckoo bird
And Koulla's what they call her

In size she's small ,in heart she's large
With slapstick sense of humour

If I locked her in a cage ,with door open
So that she could fly

I'm sure that she would return and tweet
For me , or I would turn to sky

No.73: The Bees, 2007

There was a young man from Belize
Who hugged and made love to the trees

An angry rose bush
Gave a hell of a push

And now he's an arse full of bees