Christmas Eve

By Dave

Cold feet drying by an open fire
Memories of the day playing in the snow
Eyes heavy, starting to feel tired
Shadows dancing on the wall, cast by a candles glow

Santa’s real life problems

By David Smyth

One Christmas Eve two thousand nine Santa was perplexed
Some real world issues at the pole had left him pretty vexed

I ring the girl from out my dreams
And pray to God she answers
I hate when I get her machine
My messages are oft disaters
I hear her voice, that sultry tone
I ask how she is doing

When I was born I measured thus
12 inches long from head to foot
Then 2 feet I reached quite fast
before the doctor smacked my ass
While my mother rested weary
1 meter long so very nearly

When I was born I measured thus
12 inches long from head to foot
Then 2 feet I reached quite fast
before the doctor smacked my ass
While my mother rested weary
1 meter long so very nearly

Life is a jerk
by David Smyth

Life one day it tipped my arm
And asked me for some help
To carry quite a heavy jar
Which he could not lift himself
If I agreed to aid his task

Lemur Lemur leap for me
Its hard to find another tree
You must now roam
For I took your home
Through radical deforestry

Hardcore Drinker
by David Smyth

Dave stumbles in at quarter to four
And promptly trips over his lace
He leaves a small puddle of sick on the floor
And uses my coat for wiping his face

By David Smyth

Dragonfly dancing on the moons silver slick
Toes dipped, lapping water tickles the soles
Babbling brook conversing with uninterested stones

On a cold clear night
While on my back
I gazed up at the sky
I traced the path
Between the stars
And imagined I could fly
What would I see
If I could go
To the furthest reach of space

Lion holidays
By David Smyth

Gary the Lion found he was bored
on an evening in Mid July
The African plains he had totally toured
On the days he had off from the Pride

Last Pick
by David Smyth

Maybe today is the day I get picked
Not tenth or ninth or last
Maybe today is the day I move up
In the ranks of the boys in my class
Maybe today is the day I go home

Violent Midget
By David Smyth

If I was tall and you were short
Id use you as a stool
To rest my legs while drinking port
Beside my swimming pool

But if the roles were they reversed

Friend of the Animals part III
By David Smyth

(I wasnt going to post this , but beautiful Aisling loves it so here goes)

Salmon Salmon sleek and scaly
Rainbow shining oft your tail-ey

Clay
By David Smyth

I fell asleep beneath a tree one golden Autumn eve
I made my bed in on dewy grass adorned with fallen leaves
I dreamed I had a lump of clay and set about its moulding