Is anybody listening?
Does someone hear?
Can you understand my pleas?
Can you comprehend my fears?
Will you not approach to help me?
Will you respond to my call?
I just need your kindness
A sympathetic ear – that is all
Padre
Respond
#FOWC
Conviction
It had long been my deeply held conviction
That certain things required restriction
But laissez-faire seems the thing today
Everyone doing stuff in their own way
Social mores and law and order too
Are things required of but a few
Politicians flaunt their heightened privilege
While modern armies burn and pillage
I hope that we might end these afflictions
And stop the excesses with some criminal convictions
Padre
Wrappers
When eating sweets or crisps for that matter
What’s to be done with the wrapper?
That thing once used is oft discarded
We don’t keep hold – but with it soon are parted
Wrappers are things we throw away
We don’t want them for yet another day
And so I often remind my tutees
That with their music they should do their duty
For when it comes to the rappers of today
We should be sure to throw the rubbish away
Padre
Into The Unknown
Winding
The footpath snakes
Through lands unfamiliar
Apprehension builds at each turn
Despair
Padre
Forward
Advancing forward
To the heavy beat
Steadily onward
No retreat
Watching your dressing
Holding firelocks waist high
Boldly marching
As the colours fly
Padre
Demeanour
Pardon me, I’ll have to insist
That you sit down, and stop acting like this
It is very unbecoming
The way you behave
The consequences might
For you be grave
Lower your voice,
Others are trying to work
Just because you are the teacher
Doesn’t mean you can be a jerk
Padre
Equipped
He had a belt upon his waist
Providing for every situation – need
Repellents, sprays, and boomerang,
Handcuffs, and bandages in case of bleeds
A thing of great utility
This belt magnificient
And with the mask and a cape as well
Over Gotham he was vigilant
Padre
Paths of Misfortune
The direction of travel was a matter of dispute. Wentworth was sure that their destination was right over the eastern ridge. Haymann on the other hand said that it lay to the north. The bickering ended up being so intense that they went their own ways and Wentworth wandered widdershins and found himself in the Valley of the Trolls. Haymann fared little better as he became lost in the glaciers of the north and froze.
Padre
Instant
It said it was instant on the label. All that was needed was for the requisite amount of chilled milk to be measured and added to a bowl and then the packet added to the milk. This then was to be supplemented with a sweetener of choice to the taste of your choice to be added before whipping on medium speed with a whisk or blender for two to three minutes. This is then to set (ideally chilled) before serving. I think someone needs to consult their dictionary on the definition of “instant.”
Padre
Hole
We set out early to dig a well
Before we knew it we were on a roll
With no real plan
Our work to control
By eve a semi circle – we had on show
But a pit is a danger for those that stroll
Whether it’s a half
Or a circle whole
Such an excavation
Is still a hole
So we placed a beware sign
On a pole
Padre
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