If the Ancient Mayans were right
then this will be my last post.
If so, then all that remains is for me
to say ‘Farewell cruel world’ and I’ll
sign off with an appropriate poem
by Roger McGough.
If not – I’ll see you tomorrow!!
AT LUNCHTIME by Roger McGough
When the bus stopped suddenly
to avoid damaging
a mother and child in the road,
the younglady in the green hat sitting opposite,
was thrown across me,
and not being one to miss an opportunity
I started to make love.
At first, she resisted,
saying that it was too early in the morning,
and too soon after breakfast,
and anyway, she found me repulsive.
But.when i explained
that this being a nuclearage
the world was going to end at lunchtime
she took off her green hat,
put her bus ticket into her pocket
and joined in the exercise. Continue reading
SURVIVOR by Roger McGough
