Another day in the warehouse
On the nightshift
Moving around pallets with my forklift
I don’t know why people
Buy from this place
It’s overpriced and really a waste
It provides my salary, so I shouldn’t complain
So, from saying so publicly, I’ll refrain
Padre
It was a rather simple enterprise, actually. Bjorn having barely survived his last adventure, concluded that there had to be a better way of making a living than traipsing through dungeons. He then had the brilliant idea of setting up adventures for others. He went to the last site and carefully mapped it. He then sold the quest map to others. How could it be his fault that someone had robbed it already?
Padre
Was it a trick of the light?
Or was something there?
The shadowy image
That gave us a scare
Was it a face in the window
that we did observe?
I should really go check,
but I don’t have the nerve
Padre
vernal
the birthing season of the year
emerging emerald
sun-kissed, refreshed
anew
Padre
It was a moment historic
Dignitaries arriving a queen to proclaim
The moment proved quite hysteric
I really don’t know who’s to blame
For when the great and good were gathered
And it really was a shame
Someone had a misstep
And trod upon her train
This caused her to stumble
Not an auspicious start to a reign
Padre
It wasn’t intentional
I hadn’t a clue
It just came out that way
It was all I could do
If you like it, the pleasure is mine
If not, I’ll try to do better
Next time
Padre
The strangest things upon the beach you find
Like shiny shells and tangled fishing lines
There are towels and umbrellas of multiple designs
And bathers trying to avoid tan lines
Donuts and candy floss, they’re there too
But I still can’t find my missing shoe
Padre
Labourers are striking all over the land
Politicians claim, “It’s all out of hand”
But if you stop and ask workers, the question “why?”
It will be plain that all they want
Is a fair piece of the pie
Millionaires and the political classes
Get richer by the day
All that we are asking,
Is that we get fairer pay
Padre
The windows did rattle
With the low pass
Jet engines rumbled
Despite three panes of glass
Such interruptions
Are a daily thing
If you live in the flight path
Of an Air Force wing
Padre
placid
reservoir smooth
kinetic force disguised
until awakened as torrents
released
Padre
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