VERSE

One of the dog's fat brown fleas
Invades my nose and makes me sneeze.
The cat, from slumber is quick to stir
With narrowed eyes and baleful glare.
Sprawled on the rug, the ancient dog,
Sleeps on, like the proverbial log.
Across the room, a tiny mouse
Peeks from the hole that is its house.

The flea turns a somersault
And gives my nose another jolt
Disturbed, the cat jumps to the floor
The dog emits another snore
The mouse, in its house gives a tiny squeak
And braves itself for another peek

The cat halts in mid stride
Her radar eye, the mouse has spied
And with a patience, long as day
Her deadly game begins to play
The ensuing silence, calms the mouse
Who decides to tread outside its house

The waiting cat, with lightning paw
Impales her prey on deadly claw
The injured creature attempts to flee
The cat curtails with morbid glee
The comatose dog, does not wake
He dreams of steak upon his plate

The lifeless mouse will no longer play
And bored, the cat has turned away.
Looking for some new excursion
That will offer her diversion.
To me the grisly task remains
Of clearing up her ill gotten gains

And still the dog sleeps on with ease
Breeding fleas to make me sneeze.

Two classrooms, so unlike in atmosphere.
Housed in the college, where I write this down
One class deals with stolid numbers drear,
The other plays with words of vivid sound.
Two tutors, disparate in their approach,
To the subject matter that each imparts
Different too, the students that they teach
In attitude to maths, opposed to art.
Mathamatic thoughts are so pedantic
By the logicality of its themes
While literature's essence is romantic
Poetic verse composed of hopes and dreams
So, form the first class, are dull accountants born
While from the second,are free thinkers torn

To be like Kate,slim and tall
With confidence to wear it all.
Lycra gowns, like a second skin
Hugging breast, thigh and shin.

Or like Helena,with beauty fair
Satin creations with midriff bare.
Bikini's brief and cut to show
Skin and shape without a flaw.

Maybe Claudia, slender perfection
In dresses flounced like sweet confection
Silken drape from naked shoulder
Seductive moves, eyes that smoulder.

Perhaps Naomi, exotic and dusky
Wreathed in lace and perfumes musky
Perfect limbs, encased in leather
Oozing passion whatever the weather.

Or Yasmin,with the waterfall hair
Showing clingy crepe without a care
Long legs, lean,taut and smooth
Exquisit contour with every move.

But back to earth, the mirror shows
A body that's a tale of woes.
Short and dumpy narrows the pick
These supermodels make me sick.