Tuesday, June 29, 2021

JOE ORDINARY

What should songs be about?

People, places, things, thereabouts?

The sun, moon, planets and stars?

Weather ’n’ seasons, of the near & far?


Why can’t they be about you ’n’ me?

Eating breakfast, simply drinking tea?

Warts & ticks, aches and pains, 

Stock market losses & some gain?


Bad day at work, whiny customers,

Coming home, for dinner ’n’ dessert?

Getting kids, do their homework,

Some bad TV, soap, the works!


Is it so bad to not be profound?

So dull that gravitas be unfound?

Just an ordinary Joe from around,

Out of depth, struggling for ground!


What should songs be about?

People, places, things, thereabouts?

The sun, moon, planets and stars?

Weather ’n’ seasons, of the near & far?


Not as if I don't see the sights,

Flowers blooming, birds delight,

Are they doing me good, really?

Is it a scam, all this positivity?


I get it, I see it, I live it,

With grit, push through it,

It's the dues, life demands,

Each living thing pays the rent.


Someday this will all be paid,

Nothing owed, time to call it a day,

This legacy o’mine left behind,

This ordinary song, to remind?


Why should songs be about,

People, places, things, thereabouts?

The sun, moon, planets and stars,

Weather ’n’ seasons, of the near & far.


 A Tooth Fairy


Ghasaa-ghasaa left-right ghasaa-ghasaa,

Teeth mine are pearly white, ghasaa-ghasaa.


Cereals and cheerios are hidden away,

In tiny little spaces, causing decay,

To rid me of such problems, 

I do this each and every day,


Ghasaa-ghasaa left-right ghasaa-ghasaa,

Teeth mine are pearly white, ghasaa-ghasaa.


Chew I do, two hundred thirty times,

Yet pizza and noodles stay left behind,

And sometimes yummy creamy chocolate too,

Despite washing it down, with a coke or two!


Ghasaa-ghasaa left-right ghasaa-ghasaa,

Teeth mine are pearly white, ghasaa-ghasaa.


To top it all, I stay away from the teeth artiste,

Who seems ready with an axe, always to pick,

And chip away at my shiny white enamel,

Caused to be brown, by too much caramel.


Ghasaa-ghasaa left-right ghasaa-ghasaa,

Teeth mine are pearly white, ghasaa-ghasaa.


Yo kids, listen up, there is a moral to tell,

In your old age you want to avoid, dentures brutal,

Then you follow this mantra, you chant this hymn,

The Tooth Fairy will dance eternally, to your whim!


Ghasaa-ghasaa left-right ghasaa-ghasaa,

Teeth mine are pearly white, ghasaa-ghasaa.