Thursday, 26 December 2013

Christmas Past...

And as Church bells sang their praises

Paying homage to the birth

Of a new Christmas morn

She gathered no comfort

From their Merry peal

Each joyous toll but a death knell

Striking her heart with cruel reminders

Of those already deafened

To their jubilant pleas

©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Beneath My Fur...

Beneath my fur

Beats a heart so strong

As to protect you

My whole life long

All is not lost

Can you not see

For I have you

And you have me

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Christmas with Cameron...

It being the season of goodwill an' all that, this Gargoyle has taken it upon herself to compose a little Christmas ditty for the attention of our beloved bleeder...ooops sorry...'leader'...David Cameron...*spits*...

This is best read to the tune of...'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'...

A question Mr Cameron

How do you sleep at night

Knowing that your policies

Put people's lives in plight?

I suggest quite easily

For one who can so breezily

Deprive us of comfort and joy

All hope you destroy

As you deprive us of comfort and joy

Can you relax when bedroom tax

Is lurking at your door

Course you can 'cos it's not you

Who struggles to afford

All the things that we are losing

At your whim and by your choosing

Do you wonder why you are so abhorred

So abhorred

If we could we'd abhor you even more

Libraries shutting

Health Care struggling

Businesses closed down

Mentally disabled each victims of your plan

To cut the cost of public spending

By our lives prematurely ending

Happy now you've run us into the ground

Into the ground

And sadly come the end your're still around!!

©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard