Blue Moped Ride

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“Take a ride on the wild side, with a blue moped, then add on a huge smile” Gun Roswell

Blue Moped Ride

A slow ride on the minimalistic size blue motorbike
Turned out to be surprisingly the most interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat lazy derrière on its seat
But got on it with effort anyway, as I would never admit defeat

My knees, totally bent, almost to the very hilt
I am sitting here, on this, very very,,, well, world’s most smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies (who knows what else) in my face
Yes, truly this is, a most memorable stage

Riding along the slow and narrow streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am way too funny, much like a buffoon
Cannot say I am very much enjoying the scenery
As the most of my concentration is used to keep the tiny bike steady

But like all good (or bad) experiences, which do not last long, my ride has ended
And I am really so glad, that all this time to have wasted
At least, in learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on the other side of sanity 

(Myself included ;P)

Choose your own kind of ride

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“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your own kind of ride

Choose, a cool city bike, for a simple days fare
Stroll around the place, to check out the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will search and then glare

Once you get the taste of the big busy city
Soon you’ll start feeling, really, really giddy
And before you realise it, time has gone in a jiffy

But, still, wanting to see it all
Even, if you have to stay, until the longest time of fall
Now, here you sit and are wishing, time would stall

If on a moped or even on a big motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is really, no scare
Just remember to follow the safety rules, with utter care
And then, into the traffic, you’ll ride with flare

Oh, and don’t you worry, if all the people may stare
They’re just jealous, because of your fancy fare
Ride, ride, ride, the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so totally fast, that you’ll even have some time to spare

If you’re feeling, completely lazy
After a trip here, soon enough so hazy
Then hop on a yellow taxi cab
Moving, slow or very, very fast

Depending, on your chosen destination
There is no need, for any kind of explanation
Enjoy the sights, from the oh so comfy seat
There is even a calling device, when too much heat

Soon, the city tour has been taken
Without even one short leg shaken

Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)

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“The cool kids, in their rides, all around down town, they fly” Gun Roswell

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Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)

On this, totally futuristic moped
We are travelling, nowhere fast
The license, may already have been revoked
But we, are still having a complete blast

You can:

Mock us
Call us
Old folk
Elephant skins
What ever
You want

But:

We, still rule
We, just need
A little more fuel

And:

We still are very much so
Going, going, going,
And, gone!

Bye-bye!

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Hard Times 

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“We’re horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We’re the ninjas of the mundane, you might say” Andy Partridge

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Hard Times 

“Hard Times!”
The wall boldly stated

“Living on dimes!”
Sighing totally frustrated

Could this be, the sign of the times?

Only bland tasting cheap wines
Walking silently, the thin line
Avoiding, all them landmines
Solemnly remembering,
The good old times

But as long as everything rhymes
I think, I will be feeling, just fine

Sunnyside and the bench to sit on

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“When on the sunny side, sit on a bench, and enjoy the warming rays” Gun Roswell

Sunnyside and the bench to sit on

When seated, on the sunny side of the bench

There is really no option, of getting drenched

Enjoying, the really long, and totally warming rays

In one these unworried and completely lazy days

Before the kind and gentle of days are done

Soaking it all in, under, the healing sun

With closed lid eyes, this one halted moment is spent

And then slowly turning into an image, which into my mind forever, is burnt

Saturday, spent with Cats

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“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell

Saturday, spent with Cats

When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind

They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such

A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore

Never, without my Coffee!

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“Come into the dark side, we have, lots of different coffee”

Never, without my Coffee!

I freely, and out of guilt, admit it
I am, totally, and utterly, addicted
To the one finest organic suspension 
One of the human existences’ greatest inventions

Coffee

If gets me up, in the too early morning
So read this, as a forewarning
To save yourself, from any kind of scorning
Do not, ever, get between me, and forever, my 

Coffee

If you want your own day
To be completely inventive and stay
On top of the whole wide world
Life, ever so delightfully twirled

Coffee

So do, take my advice
Don’t ever, think twice
Pour yourself, a big cup of java
It totally beats the hell out of guava

Coffee

Your fellow human kind
Never, ever looked so fine
The world completely filled with love
If everyone, joined me, in a cup of

Coffee

What else can I say?

Coffee

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…

But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall

WTF?

Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!

Eerie on a Friday

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“Friday’s are inheritable freaky, aren’t they? Hence the term, Freaky Friday, because you’ll never know, what kinks the weekend may bring…” Gun Roswell’

Eerie on a Friday

The early hours of the morning
Came, with a dire warning
The powers that be, were none too happy
And sending down, weather oh so crappy
Which was their way of utter kind of revenge
On to the lowly populous down on the ground now clenched
There was no sunshine to be seen
Alas also, no stormy clouds, on the skies kind of pristine
Only an eerie, soggy, all compassing shroud
Could be felt, across the people, the land, and all around
The visibility next to none
The kids, gloomy, loosing their fun
What kind of living could this be
Since there was nothing or no one to be seen
Yielding to their horrific fate
The dwellers down below resorted to prays
Trying their all to sooth down the tall
For several long hours of wait
The gods above, started to hesitate
Maybe then had been way to harsh
For the people living on the soggy marsh
Waving their hands of power
The fog, the mist, the eerie, was soon devoured
By a low glowing ball like thing
The light, which softly stated to sing
The surroundings soon starting to change
Into something more pleasant with less pain
The people below now thanking the gods above

A lesson with great price learnt
As the message “Never again, take you weather gods for granted”, was sent

Need a Haircut

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“The bangs are too long, when they stop only at your nose, then it’s time for a trim” Gun Roswell

Need a Haircut

When the hair just keeps on growing
And it is, way past that time of showing
Soon enough, some scissors need to be into the mix throwing
Certainly, will not be as easy, as lawn mowing

But if you really want a trim of the layers of multiple hair
Then better yourself adventure to some hair specific fare
Where the barbers will there be plenty of
Choosing should be easy without much of a scoff

Finally loosing all that winter filled hair wool
The feeling of lightness will totally and utterly fool you
As the hair so heavy, is all but a memory forgotten
With a new spring in your step, towards the summer you’ll be hopping