Here in Australia winter's coming
That is because we are upside-down
I've had flu jab, didn't make me frown
Needlepoint is perfectly OK
So came out of surgery that day
Not the same sitting in dentists chair
The smile on my face soon disappears
When buzzing drill brings out all my fears
So my hands grip tight to the chairs arms
Despite young female dentists charms
Her face smiles she likes to chat a bit
Whilst I can only grunt as I am drilled
Then relax as that tooth is now filled
Stacked with filling and capped up tight
No wonder kids are afraid at night
The worst is now over despite the fear
Looks like I escape here unscathed
I am not with gory blood bathed
Worse is that I have to pay the bill
Receptionist waiting by the till
Right my teeth are looking good once more
But my bank balance took quite a hit
It helps dentist didn't hurt a bit
Perhaps I'll get present for my wife
As it's cold might get mittens, no strife
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War and turmoil have always inspired art
But who wants to see bodies on a cart
Or see surgeon cutting soldier's body
To show war's futility in trench or wadi
And so we must now see and hear the news
Of deaths from Corona around the Earth
But artists know people do like this stuff
As if film and news don't give us enough
Some countries are relaxing all the rules
It is not over they must think we're fools
Just wish experts would speak about the drill
As politicians jabber has no worth
So my eyes are like that hawk high in sky
And being prepared lest danger is nigh
Hope I can soon drink a cappuccino
Or a meal in restaurant with some vino
To chat and smile there with lots of others
And trusting people just like my brothers
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I dreamt I was a child again
Listening to the planes above
Those days there was no peacefull dove
Once we used to play in the fields
When Spring sang songs and hearts did throb
Then guns and bombs all that did rob
For war is mean and lips are sealed
'Til fighting and death take their fll
Mobs cheer but we are quite still
But I have become an old man
Soon to approach the pearly gates
What use that war now we are mates?
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We put newspaper for helmets on heads
As the spring rain drizzled down from above
But we were boys running home after school
Still splashing in puddles or finding shade
Seizing the moment and quite unafraid
No way we'd say a prayer for it to stop
Or hope that we'd quickly get to back door
Seeing the spiralling water rush down
For most boys like us lived for this moment
Whatever weather it was heaven sent
We'd never forgive ourselves missing out
The world was our oyster every day
Like all boys we did things all our own way
Now glimmering sun shone high in the cloud
Got home bedraggled and shouting out loud
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I once read my paper on the train
My disguise observing others there
I did try looking at the window
but my subjects caught me "en plein air"
At times a girl would lower her eyes
but most, annoyed would stare back at me,
frown, look down then face the other way
Yet others grinned like a chimpanzee
Whilst I would pretend now deep in thought
as though I was rapt in morning's news
should she offer a sweet winsome smile
rightly nod then turn to paper's views
I don't do it now, I've had my fun
Finally I found my honeybun
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I got a call to the hospital
As old friend of mine had passed away
It 's sad to lose a mate from years past
So left my house to say my good day
Streets deserted because of virus
No, was not that which claimed old Bertie
For death had stalked him for quite some time
Matters not how he had died today
Took my mask to be on the safe side
His wife still held him by his right hand
Gave her a hug and sat beside her
I chatted to him like any day
She thanked me coming there all that way
But then she said such a strangest thing
"Glad I was able to be with him
Not like virus patients pass away"
"As he had a stroke" she now told me
For many months I'd known all along
"So he flown away without a fuss
Have the funeral next week one day"
She felt sorry for other ones there
As corona virus spread around
"I don't recall locking up my house"
"I'll sell and get place close to the Bay"
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Ah yes! It is springtime again
Bees are humming, they are coming
They always brighten up our day
Dancing now in the blossom high
Everything is going to be Okay.
Sun's face is good to see again
Leaves are sprouting, grass is growing
Good heavens, it is almost May
Clouds are skipping over the sky
Birds are singing a sweet hurray
Farmers in the fields a'working
Tractors busy now that it's Spring
Smiles as rain is due on Friday
Plowing, planting first light to night
Worn out working every day
All crops planted now time to stop
Hope this year a good crop will bring
Now need to get garbage away
As I check the clouds way up high
The breeze stirs, wish for rain Okay?
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