To Rob from Victoria - Poetry for Charity

Rob you are so gorgeous, sexy and my man
If There's something that you can't do, I doubt no other can
 
your modern and contemporary yet still remain a classic
Your humours from the future, your clothes from the Jurassic
 
You have a love for the outdoors, you love to climb and ski
Your body runs without fruit but not without coffee
 
Your a deep and cultured creature, enjoy reading and a movie
Your charming, suave, and handsome, your quite the little smoothy
 
You have a love for god and dogs, a nightmare for dyslexics
remember one is omnipresent, and the other chases sticks
 
When the worlds been tough on us, and kept us both apart
I've kept you in a special place, deep inside my heart
 
I couldn't live without you, my love, my mate my man
Remember how you light my life, like no other can

Travelling by train

Rattling along, all fields and sky
The silent life is passing by
Peoples life's hid behind their faces
Their lives on hold as they traverse the places
 
And some poor unfortunate soles
Find themselves in gloomy holes
As they're bound to travel every day
To fuel there lives with hard worked pay
 
And me I try and avoid such dangers
Trains and I are relative strangers
No time for me to hustle bustle
No platform shuffle or 'my seat, tussle
 
Work within the travel cost oddity
Where time for me is the real commodity
I like to keep the costs here low
Bank the minutes, watch the interest grow.

Anne's Retirement - Poems for charity

It comes with great pleasure
That I speak to you today
I'm here to draw attention
To Anne's retirement day
 
Im not one for public speaking
So I thought  I'd sing a song
But now that is Anne is 65
She might not last that long
 
So it's a poem that I've chosen
To read to celebrate
A lady who for forty years
I could proudly call my mate
 
For recent years, like you all
She's a colleague I hold dear
A conscientious worker
And someone we revere
 
Anne's pleasant and fun loving
Caring and quite kind
She is fully compus mentus
And completely of sound  mind
 
She never forgets a thing
And I say this with good faith
She never looses anything
Accept that bloody safe
 
This pocket sized jack Russell
Is ageing graciously
Is never seen out drinking
Nor  behaves disgracefully
 
She takes care of her body
Has no need for caffeine
Is in pristine mental health
stays away from nicotine
 
She never sulks at work
And is pleasant everyday
Always makes the toast
Has nothing bad to say
 
Okay I've stretched the truth a little
For a little bit of fun
But sincerely from us all at school
We'll miss you when you're gone.

Prem assured? Hijacked elation!

The league is never over
Until game thirty eight
Topping at week one
Does not make you great
Three points clear at Christmas
And you shouldn't celebrate
If you're still sat there at easter
That's good, but not checkmate

But don't book your open top bus
You'd be naive to assume
As twist and turns are coming
And disappointments loom
No medals are given at Christmas
So don't build a trophy room
Prepare for the worst and
May you house be filled with gloom