UNTITLED SILLINESS

UNTITLED  I
 

He was a very happy fellow
A sprightly, jolly lad
And daily passed his smile along
For he knew he had
More than one man could ever use
Especially one not sad.

I'd see him on the upper deck
Of the London bus
Passing out his cheerfulness
To any child who'd fuss
With mum or nanny or passers-by
Walking next to us.

All his days were merry spent
And those of whom he met, the same
Along his route they knew his smile
But sadly not his name.
They'd nod and smile to him and he
Returned to them his fame.

I had to take a trip abroad
For shilling and for pound
And when in time I did return
I heard no happy sound.
So by the by I inquired of him
And was told to go around

To the cemetery at St. Michael's
And there he would be found
For just a short fort-night ago
All the folk in London town
Sadly had a wake because
They put their upside down.

UNTITLED  II

The horse, the cow, the duck and drake
Were all beside the farmer's lake
When cross them all a shadow passed
Not slow nor speedy but just half fast
 
They did not know what it might be
So they each turned their head to see
'Twas not a bird nor little fly
For what they saw was the big blues guy.
 
The farmer saw it and then he got
His gun and fired an awful shot
Toward the sky the bullet sang
'til through the vale the boomer rang.