POEMS BY BOBART

Likely Lads

Me and my best mate Brian were a couple of likely lads
The things that we got up to,got our ears clipped by our Dads
Saturday morning we would go to the matinee at the Ritz
For the both of us to get in cost just a couple of threepenny bits

Brian would queue and pay the fee,there was always such a din
He,d go to the toilets,open the door and I would walk right in
When the matinee was over,we,d go shopping for some sweets
While I kept the shopkeeper talking,Brian filled his pockets with treats

We,d jump on a bus without paying,and be home in the blink of an eye
Then call into Brian,s at teatime,his Mum made a lovely steak pie
Our Mums always said we,d been very well behaved
So they,d take us on a train ride with some money they had saved.

bobart


Inflation

So why is inflation getting higher?
All the balloons at Christmas, too much air in the tyre?

A packet of wholemeal bread buns,have gone up twenty five percent
For a house that you don,t own,you,ll break the bank to pay the rent

I got two hundred miles on twenty pounds of gas,without much trouble
My visits to the service station now,are nearly double

A year of fags for those who stink...sorry smoke
Will cost similar to a mortgage, that,s no joke

Oh yes there,s another thing that,s going up,that,s the number of immigrants over here
So freeze the pensions and the wages,they,ll be looked after, have no fear

bobart

Be My Valentine


When the heavenly stars come out tonight
None of them will glow as bright
As your beautiful, adorable,blue eyes

Once the moon rises above
It will personify my love
That always lingers on and never dies

And as the morning sun does shine
I hope you,ll be My Valentine
Please respond to my emotions and my sighs

bobart

FEBRUARY...VALENTINE

Desirable and beautiful,is precisely what you are
So bright and delightful, my favourite sparkling star

When my eyes are gazing at you,you brighten up my day
A smile from your inviting lips, brushes all my blues away

The touch of your soft hand,caresses my pulsating heart
But my heart, it would be broken, if we should ever part

The sound of your sweet voice is heavenly divine
So speak now and delight me, say you,ll be my Valentine

bobart