The way it is

The beautiful woman ignores me
The ugly woman has her pride

Summertime

Which one's Mungo my mother said
That summertime when all I had was women on my mind
Watching ripe peach skinned girls
Hoping they would drop into my arms
Or be as easy to pick up as windfall
Dont bring shame upon this house my mother warned
Ruefully I imagined the council housing department
Running me out of town
While broken hearted women sobbed behind net curtains

Abracadabra

You think my love a magic trick
I put my cards on the table
You want to look up my sleeves
From beneath my cloak I produce
Flowers doves rabbits
Rings of gold and silver
In the end
You will climb into the box
And I will saw you in half

Lessons in the school of hard knocks

Life gives you the face you deserve
The heels of the rich on the heads of the poor.
I work hard for beauty
But fail the examination

Sexual politics

Your emotions are fascist tyrants
Mine are democratically elected representatives of the people

Hypochondria

Yesterday
My doctor died
Of something
He caught from me

You and I

I try reason
You say I'm cold
I try an embrace
You say you can't breathe
I give you my heart
You say what a bloody mess

This is just to say

I am wearing
the pants
that were in your
underwear drawer

And which
you were probably
saving
for tonight

Forgive me
they were clean
and smelt
of Persil

Autumn

He swings his fist like a conker
Her face ripens like a plum

Nursery Rhyme

He thought he was falling in love.
But in fact he was falling apart
Neither king’s men nor king’s horses
Could mend his humpty dumpty heart

The A to Z of Love

He fell for her smile
She fell for his charm
She broke his heart
He broke her arm