The Aim Of Error

The aim of error is

That we may learn

Never again to be

The same person

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Little Paul McAvoy

Little Paul McAvoy

Was a very jocund boy

He wanted to be a writer

Instead became a fighter

There he finds no joy

Little Anne Maybelline

Wanted to be a beauty queen

But she never did pursue

What she always wished to do

Merely now a working machine

Hurry Up, 2019

Hurry up, Twenty Nineteen
Don’t you make me wait
Eighteen was terrible
I need to change my fate
I’ve made some resolutions
I’ve drawn a proper list
There would be no changes
There would be no twist
I’d like to quit my drinkin’
Get off the damned cigar
Learn a brand new hobby
Buy my favourite car
I wanna write a book
Learn to play the guitar
Meet Trump, Modi, Merkel
The Queen and the Tsar
So come on Twenty Nineteen
Come on show your face
I hope that you’d be better
Eighteen was a disgrace
I’d like to be a bit smarter
A bit wiser than before
But not before I see you
Walk in through that door

Repetition

Some people like to repeat themselves
Repeat themselves
Repeat themselves
Some people like to repeat themselves
But I am not one of them

They speak the same words all the time
All the time
All the time
They speak the same words all the time
But I am not one of them

They say what’s said again and again
Again and again
Again and again
They say what’s said again and again
But I am not one of them

I don’t like to repeat myself
Repeat myself
Repeat myself
I don’t like to repeat myself
But you just don’t understand

On December 26th

I badly wanted a Christmas gift
On December 26th, December 26th
I badly wanted a Christmas gift
But I got nothing at all

Santa must have lost his way
Lost his way, lost his way
Santa must have lost his way
He didn’t even call

All my friends they got a gift
They got a gift, they got a gift
All my friends they got a gift
From Jane to Steve and Paul

I am just a lonely boy
With no toy, with no toy
I am just a lonely boy
See my tears they fall

Daddy gave a gift yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday
Mommy gifted me yesterday
Is Christmas not today?

How Far Off Is Christmas?

How far off is Christmas?
Has it come and missed us?
I’ve been a good boy all year
When will Santa finally appear?
I hope he brings all that I asked for
Without missing anything like before
I might stay up all night
Just so that I don’t miss his sight
And when the man I finally see
Coming down our chimney
In a corner I will wait
To see if he’s got my rollerskates
When he’s laid all the gifts silently
Around the decorated christmas tree
I will sneak inside his sleigh
Off I’ll go the north way
To visit his toy-making factory
And I’ll go on a shopping spree
To pick the gifts that I
Haven’t learned to spell at five

The Ungrateful Girl

I wrote a sweet song
For a girl I loved strong
But she just didn’t like it at all
The very next day
She called me up to say
That we had just hit a wall

But before I could speak
What I wanted to speak
She just hung up the phone
It was hard to forget
How she had loved me once yet
She had me left me now all alone

The wind was quite strong
I had to move on
Get over the ungrateful girl
So I took all of my work
Prayed for a little luck
Showed my poems to the world

I didn’t believe it a bit
My poems were a hit
Publishers kept calling all the time
Money tapped on the door
Fame lay on the floor
Everyone loved to hear my rhymes

Then one sunny day
My girl called up to say
She was sorry for what she had done
She began to weep and cry
And asked for one try
Well I just hung up the phone