Reflections

gathering poems together, found this one, never performed…..just a bit of fun

Reflections…..

now he gets up in the morning
red necks his cup of tea
dons his yellow jacket
checks the mirror as he leaves

likes to be reflective
makes him feel “The Man”
must obey his every order
stick rigid with his plan

tried to join the army
but blew it at stage one
was way too keen to find out
just when he’d get his gun

but he’s got his walkie talkie
“Foxtrot Charlie, do you copy?”
and will keep you waiting the longest time
if you even think of getting stroppy


“listen if there’s no wheelchair
there’s no disability
don’t argue with me
i’m high visibility!”

see him in his Port-O-Cabin
studying the form
an ace at picking also rans
and page three’s always torn

clipboard out, scanning your docs
a suspicious glance, a quizzical cough
then waves you on
 before ticking you off

his favourite time’s the night shift
high beams his halogen lamp
illuminates the darkest corners
as he guides you up “A” ramp

dreams to one day be the dude
out there parking 747’s
for two enormous ping pong bats
is his idea of heaven!