John Cosgrove
A CHILDS WAR
A CHILDS WAR
I Remember,
Gas mask, Ratiion
The black market, siren suits.
Blackouts, barrage balloons
The A.R.P., and bombers moons,
Running helter skelter, for
The safely of the shelter.
German bombers overhead,
MUMMY'S BOY
He did not like my pot roast,
Like wise my Fairy cakes,
My soup he said was watery,
And not what Mother would make.
My ironing was not to snuff,
Each day brought a new moan,
I suggested he go back to mother,
And I would remain here on my own,
Yesterday was the last straw
He criticised my stew.
At bedtime he asked for cocoa,
And could I make it like mother used to do.
I visited a marraige guidance councillor and,
Came away with a different point of view.
I took a belt to the little blighters legs,
The way his mother used to do.
I should have done it long ago,
The change in him is complete.
He now asks for seconds,
Life now, is so sweet.
CAUSE AND EFFECT
Heartburn, Indigestion
Morning sickness. menstruation
Swollen ankles, swollen tum
You know you look like tweedledum.
Stomach cramp, lose you water,
Text book birth lovely daughter
Bonnie baby, worth the wait.
Glad you were not celebate.
You and he can't break the habit.
At it, like a pair of rabbits
Have your fun, but you will pay.
Father's night becomes mother day'
Once more no menstration,
He must have the operation
He's to blame, he's the cause
Get a life BEFORE THE MENOPAUSE .
CAST THE FIRST STONE
hOW QUICK WE ARE TO JUDGE THEM
jUNKIES, WIFE BEATERS, AND THE REST,
THOUGH WE FIND THEIR BEHAVIOUR REPUGNANT,
WHOSE MORALITY IS THEIR LITMUS TEST
THE MEDIA HAVE BECOME JUDGE AND JURY
ESPOUSING THE CONCENTRIC POINT OF VIEW
IN THE COURT OF PUBLIC OPINION,
SOME ACCUSSED HAVE BECOME VICTIMS TOO.
THEIR IS ALWAYS TWO SIDES TO A STORY,
NEVER BE TO QUICK TO DECRY,
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED.
THERE BUT THE GRACE OF GOD GO I
A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE
Do you ever see old thingummybob?
him that was mates with what-was-his-name.
His sister married yon wee dark chap.
Aye , that's the one, the very same.
I think he worked part-time in a chip shop,
Was it Tony's Angelo's mibbees Irene's
Don't tell me, I'm sure I'll get it
Ach you know the one I mean.
For a year I went to school with his sister,
Was it primary two, or maybe primary three
She had a funny name like Vesta or Brunhilde,
It's on the tip of my tonque, no don't help me
My brother and I went to different schools together,
I went to Thomson St, he went somewhere in Townhead.
Hold on a minute have I got that right?
Aye, It's just like I said.
I saw your brother down the Barra's last week,
He was looking for a thingamjig
Did he no have a yard in Cubie St
He Kept chickens, I thought it was pigs?
Here it was great talking about the old days..
This is my daughter, she's taking me for my tea.
Him, him and I go away back,
It's a shame he's losing his memory
SORE HEARTS AND SILVER DARLINGS
They beached their boat on Mingulay's shore
The blacked trimmed jib, said one was no more,
His share was left by the old see wall,
Twenty silver darlings in an old grey shawl.
Home to their cottage, by way of the track
Off with the grey. and on with the black.
No tears she, though her heart was sore.
A new widowed woman, with no man to grieve oe'r
Three days syne, she sat by the strand,
Watching the surf for her Calum to land.
In the bothy t'was said she would be fine
A cold wife now, but still in her prime.
They came from the manse, and spoke of her girth,
She would stay with them, till after the birth.
Not a sinner has seen her since that day.
Was it their pity that drove her away?
Like as not went out of her mind,
Losing her man, and so near her time.
Did the sea take her too, like the love of her life.
Was it the thought of being another mans wife?
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