Innuendo

Innuendo

I’ve written this poem about innuendo

It turned out that it was quite hard

I’ve had a few dates since I’ve lived in London

But not taken one up the Shard

The weather in London is often quite damp

And it’s easy for things to get wet

In the summer it’s humid and things can get hot

And it’s easy to work up a sweat

In London there’s so many sights there to see

And the tide of the Thames is quite strong

But my favourite thing to do on most nights

Is to listen to old Big Ben’s bong 

Now the new year is here and has come out to play

And at midnight the sound of popped corks

Though it’s not quite yet clear what this new year will bring

If I’m blessed then I might have nice forks

I’ve met some great folk in my lifetime it’s true

And of some I’ve become rather fond

But to make something special between two good friends

Needs a wave of a nice magic wand

Journeys

Journeys

I’m sat here writing words for you

As you lay by my side

A lie‘d be told to say I’d not

Thought of you as my bride

Your face directed at the box

Your favourite show is on

The way you glide across the room

As graceful as a swan

There are so many words to use

To say all that you are

I used only the good words too

For you my shining star

And all these days since I met you

My love for you has grown

A special thing we made as two

This magic we now own

I dream of days when we’re both old

Together holding palms

From day one ‘til this moment here

I still love all your charms