A quiet place

There’s a place by the water where we used to meet
Where we exchanged dreams and your kisses were so sweet
Now it’s a valley where I rest when life’s roads feel too steep
And I miss you
I sit by the water and watch the ripples pass me by
Let the past entwine me and the memories amplify
Sometimes I almost hear your voice in the rivers gentle sigh
It’s true
I wonder what could have been if you were still with me
But fate had decided that we were not destined to be
A speeding car and a driver drunk led to calamity
And you were gone
That was so many years ago, yet here in this quiet place
I can almost touch you, see the sun upon your face
You touched my heart and soul, and your touch left a trace
You were the one
Now I’m much older but you are forever young
A love snatched from me just as it had begun
The melody of our life was never to be sung
And that feels so wrong
But here in this place with the river running through
I still dream of the things that we were going to do
And when the birds sing, they sing to honour you
I feel your love in their song

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Grandma’s gang

My grandma bought a motorbike
She’s only eighty eight
She wanted to try it out
Before it gets too late
We didn’t mind the motorbike
But the leathers had us in stitches
She wanted to do it right
But the logo was “ hells bitches”!

Then she went and formed a gang
The average age was eighty two
They would rev the bikes outside the pub
It was closer to the loo
They had this particular game
Took young men by surprise
When they got a well placed Zimmer frame
Straight between the eyes

One motorbike had a wheel chair
Strapped to the side
93 year old mad Beryl sat in there
Along for the ride
She was the moll of Bertie Titus
Who at the age of seventy two
Despite his advance arthritis
Was the youngest of the crew

Then their was evil Ant
We thought was grannies guy
He had a droopy seventies moustache
And an eyepatch over one eye
He has a talking parrot as a pet
And a peg leg too
He reminds me of someone maybe I’ve met
I just can’t think who..

The neighbourhood sadly reports
It wasn’t for the best
Seeing grannie in her tight leather shorts
And a low cut vest
They complained to the authorities
The chief constable as well
Who made it the police priorities
To round up this gang from hell

The police went to break up the gang
They didn’t expect a chase
The octogenarian’s decided to go out with a bang
And chose to have a race
Around the block the bikes shot away
A race not for the scared or the meek
The winner finished later that day
The rest slightly later that week

The policemen decided to take chase
And as a last resort
They didn’t bother with the car
It was easier to walk
All were captured and locked away
In the old folks home
So now they know that crime don’t pay
As much as bingo in the hippodrome

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Road trip

We were friends when we left our home streets
When we first set off down that track
So we started sitting in the front seats
But finished spending time in the back
We had decided to go on a road trip
From John O’Groats to Lands End
We had never intended a courtship
We thought we were just good friends
We’d been neighbours since we children
You were the girl next door
I don’t remember a time when
We’ve never been friends for sure
But somehow spending this time together
Just talking the day away
Well I could do this forever
I’m glad you feel the same way
I think by the time the trip ends
Our families will get the shock of their life
We started this trip as just friends
And came back as husband and wife!

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