Prince in Blue Genes
"Prince Charles Fears Genetic Disaster"
(Daily Mail, 17th May 2000)
We read in the paper Prince Charles is dismayed
by science and scientists wrecking the place.
"A bloomin' international disgrace"
he said, then knelt down and prayed.
It's something to do with the way that genetics
are tinkered with, reproducing some freak
reproduction whose nature and chin are too weak
to understand human aesthetics.
One look at his family's history's enough
to tell that a simple genetic disaster
occurred when Queen Vic was spliced by her master,
Prince Albert, all proud, in the buff.
And thus Charlie's mum and Philip the Greek
are both blood relations of Vicky and Bert,
whose seed is widespread among the inert
royal families of Europe's shit creek.
Poor Charles, self deluded, sounds almost ironic
as he preaches on genes and how they morphose.
He is, in his pomp, like a king with no clothes.
We'd cry if it wasn't so comic.
Second Hand Shoes
After I've sat and mused awhile
on things I might have seen or missed
or places that I might have been
or those I could or not resist,
I slowly bend to pull the laces
intertwining with my shoes,
that have not and have been places
on some ambling country cruise.
At times I've caught myself amused
to think they, sometime in the past,
clung to someone else's feet
treading down a distant street.
And, knowing I'll not be the last,
take care to see they're not abused.
It's Not Unknown
It's not unknown for one to see
a deer stopped in it's tracks
or sight a gasping bumble bee
making sneak attacks
on brightly coloured pantaloons
drying in the breeze
on hot and sunny afternoons
just right for outdoor teas.
And it is quite astonishing
to what lengths we will go
to shoot the deer and swat the bee
and raze the pastures low.
We say the urging comes from lust
to equalise this dust, with dust.