The Day of the Dragon (9)

The Day of the Dragon

1

Everytime I see a dragon

I just don’t know what to do

As this beast is much too scary

For some sanctuary or local zoo

And although some folk pursue them

With weapons designed for war

I would prefer to be a hippie

Than a redneck carnivore

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

2

When I bump into a dragon

Then I run or else play dead

On the basis it will ignore me

For some other fool instead

I’m adverse to hero worship

That was common in the past

When medals were important

And death came to many fast

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

3

I have had enough of dragons

Hiding deep amongst the trees

In the age of breeding monsters

There are none as bad as these

With their wings simply amazing

As they travel through the skies

And I run like crazy to escape

Or else I hide beneath my cape

So not to be crushed like a grape

Or else become the meat found in pies

Chorus

A dragon is more deadly

Than any maniac or infidel

On the day that you meet one

Drop everything and run like hell

Never try to fight a dragon

For they have a fiery tongue

And should one ever catch you

They will cremate you just for fun

Some people say I’m lazy

Not to mention a little crazy

Especially one particular lady

That I daren’t mention by name

But when you see a dragon in action

They are certainly not an abstraction

With enough napalm to set in flames

Any villages opposed to their games

Not to mention the keeper of sheep

And young children fearful to sleep

Or their mother preparing to weep

For the grain the dragon will reap

As a result of its territorial claims

The fruits as per usual of might

With a dragon a challenge to fight

Unless you have destiny on your side

And you can’t find a good place to hide

And you are a much braver man than me

That finds it impossible to let this monster be

Good luck

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Society of Tattoos (8)

The Society of Tattoos

1

Would you like to know a secret?

On the surface it’s good news

I have found a special lady

If you discount her tattoos

They really do annoy me

They are ugly and obtuse

And look similar to branding

On some horse you fear to lose

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

2

At night I dream of Rene

She’s the lady I most like

Ignoring how her partner

Died riding his motorbike

It was a Harley Davidson

Big and gutsy so they say

To be ridden by true heroes

With their tattoos on display

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

3

Her tattoos speak of graffiti

From her body to her neck

Betraying lost innocence

Minus the usual cheque

To pay the tattoo artist

Or the lady on her back

Lamenting virtue wasted

Going down the wrong track

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

4

Rene is quite beautiful

If the tattoos you ignore

Beneath which lies the lady

That I can’t help but adore

But she is already taken

I am guessing he’s a bore

Although I do not know him

He’s a stranger on the shore

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

5

Rene is a lovely lady

That might consider me

Save for the happy harvest

Weighing down this wannabe

When apples turn to cider

After rotting in a vat

How little folk remember

Of the person who made that

Chorus

In a dream I had of Rene

Her tattoos of old had gone

I rejoiced to see her beauty

Like it had been once upon

But we can’t get it together

Since she has another fellah

Who from one to ten is worthy of a three

With a winning ace called youthful wannabe

Epilogue

This only leaves me with more songs to write

In the shadow of the long approaching night

After which the white horse from the plains

Will judge me by what’s left of my remains

Beyond this, well we can only guess

Of the kind of life we will then possess

Hopefully there will be a seat for kissing

And romancing with the lady I am missing

The End

© K.F. Geach

Farewell to Alexandra (7)

Farewell to Alexandra

1

Alexandra was my girlfriend

I was just seven years old

She was such a lovely person

With a heart as pure as gold

I was ten when she moved houses

So we couldn’t meet again

Even though we both desired

For our friendship to remain

Chorus

With the sun daily arriving

In the shadow of the moon

Its farewell to Alexandra

Who I dedicate this tune

Never mind how life tore us both apart

Her spirit remains alive inside my heart

2

I miss my Alexandra

Even though my youth has set

No point searching on Facebook

Or the wider internet

With “Alexandra’s” being common

And not knowing her last name

And no doubt she will be married

Things could never be the same

Chorus

With the sun daily arriving

In the shadow of the moon

Its farewell to Alexandra

Who I dedicate this tune

Never mind how life tore us both apart

Her spirit remains alive inside my heart

3

Change demands a little something

From us every passing day

Yet thankfully life's sparkle

Is too good to pass away

So despite being different
To the person we each knew

If you look around the flowers
You may see the garden too

Chorus

With the sun daily arriving

In the shadow of the moon

Its farewell to Alexandra

Who I dedicate this tune

Never mind how life tore us both apart

Her spirit remains alive inside my heart

4

Despite the many changes

That a person must endure

In the land of the living

Where the air is never pure

The strands of our affection

Remain buried deep within

With hope on the horizon
And a new day to begin

Chorus

With the sun daily arriving

In the shadow of the moon

Its farewell to Alexandra

Who I dedicate this tune

Never mind how life tore us both apart

Her spirit remains alive inside my heart

The End

© K.F. Geach

The White Washer (6)

The White Washer (6)

1

With the arrival of more white wash

I am keen to make a start

I just need to move some apples

And white wash an apple cart

After this I have some teachers

Yet to dominate their class

And clearly need a brush up

In the art of “kicking arse”

Chorus

White washing is my business

And I like to make a fuss

But for those with a real craving

For an expert in world saving

Then they need a painter of the very best

With the spirit of salvation in his breast

And not a white washer in a rush

That just happens to be handy with a brush

2

Most paint is made in China

To save money I suppose

Still their yellow dyes are awesome

And the kind Picasso chose

But for those who love their white wash

They should splash out on the best

Or the stuff that’s made in England

And paints whiter than the rest

Chorus

White washing is my business

And I like to make a fuss

But for those with a real craving

For an expert in world saving

Then they need a painter of the very best

With the spirit of salvation in his breast

And not a white washer in a rush

That just happens to be handy with a brush

3

Well I really should get started

To white wash an apple cart

After which I have some teachers

Yet to master a strange art

Don’t mention politicians

I don’t care for them too much

As the white wash I am using

Is too good for them as such

Chorus

White washing is my business

And I like to make a fuss

But for those with a real craving

For an expert in world saving

Then they need a painter of the very best

With the spirit of salvation in his breast

And not a white washer in a rush

That just happens to be handy with a brush

4

White washing is my business

It’s the only work I do

Yet strangers still expect me

To start saving the world too

I have told them that white washing

Has a limited life span

And so those into world saving

Need to find a better man

Chorus

White washing is my business

And I like to make a fuss

But for those with a real craving

For an expert in world saving

Then they need a painter of the very best

With the spirit of salvation in his breast

And not a white washer in a rush

That just happens to be handy with a brush

The End

© K.F. Geach

Country Girl (5)

Country Girl (to be sung by a female with a guitar)

1

I don’t want to sound depressing

But I’m just not right for you

Even though you are quite charming

And a handsome fellah too

Yes I know you own a Holden

For a bomb it’s not so bad

And you work down at the meat-works

Making money with your dad

Chorus

It’s true I am ambitious

But the music in me cannot be betrayed

I’m sorry to be losing you now

But fame demands a ransom to be paid

2

I just want to keep on singing

And to strum my old guitar

And before I am much older

To become a super star

I know you think ambition

Is not very good for me

But without my country music

I don’t know where I would be

Chorus

It’s true I am ambitious

But the music in me cannot be betrayed

I’m sorry to be losing you now

But fame demands a ransom to be paid

3

There’s a world out there that’s changing

Think of all the forests gone

And the rivers we have ruined

Which deserve a country song?

I can’t sing about a meat-works

Or a handsome man called Dave

When the moonbeams in my music

Need a tree or two to save

Chorus

It’s true I am ambitious

But the music in me cannot be betrayed

I’m sorry to be losing you now

But fame demands a ransom to be paid

4

I find Timaru quite boring

It’s too small a place for me

And the people think I’m crazy

To worry about a tree

So they don’t care for my singing

Or when I strum my guitar

Yes I know I might be lying

But I’m not a super star

Chorus

It’s true I am ambitious

But the music in me cannot be betrayed

I’m sorry to be losing you now

But fame demands a ransom to be paid

5

I hope when I return home

I will be a super star

Performing to the thousands

With a cool fender guitar

And the forests still remaining

Will be glad I did my best

Even though the world is crazy

Well I guess you know the rest

Chorus

It’s true I am ambitious

But the music in me cannot be betrayed

I’m sorry to be losing you now

But fame demands a ransom to be paid

The End

© K.F. Geach

Competition for Emily (Revised) (4)

Competition for Emily (Revised)

1

Miss Jane Austen is amazing

With Christian virtues in mind

Revealing through her stories

Good values to be enshrined

When I set out to seduce her

I was walking with bare feet

Towards the river of desire

And the canyon of conceit

Miss Jane Austen is a lady worthy of a special man

And not a slothful dreamer with the mind of Peter Pan

In an age when most good ladies find it difficult to resist

A trade between their virtue and champagne’s delightful mist

2

Miss Jane Austen is a pearl

That deserves the very best

A knight in gleaming armour

Is the least I could suggest?

But a man of my credentials

Though no architect of crime

Deserves a kind dish washer

That’s nostalgic for her prime

Miss Jane Austen is a lady worthy of a special man

And not a slothful dreamer with the mind of Peter Pan

In an age when most good ladies find it difficult to resist

A trade between their virtue and champagne’s delightful mist

3

Miss Jane Austen is a treasure

For an exceptional man to find

From the beauty of her body

To the wisdom in her mind

With her genius for fiction

And devotion to family

Jane is far too lovely

For an idiot like me

Miss Jane Austen is a lady worthy of a special man

And not a slothful dreamer with the mind of Peter Pan

In an age when most good ladies find it difficult to resist

A trade between their virtue and champagne’s delightful mist

Miss Jane Austin is amazing; I just love her ever so much

From the dew of her persuasion to the whisper of her touch

From the sparkle in her wisdom to the arrows of her phrases

To the virtues in her stories that create passages that amazes

The End

© K.F. Geach

Brief Encounter with Emily (3)

Brief Encounter with Emily

1

Dear Emily Bronte, I’m glad you are well

I’m thinking of something for us to do now

It’s time to let passion have its reward

I’m sure there is room in the back of my Ford

I know your dear father would rather we not

But then he’s a vicar and you are so hot

So let us not weary at what he would say

While pleasure remains to be squandered today

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to stay as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

2

Sin is our nature; it’s been long since the fall

And we are now practised at climbing this wall

There isn’t much time before you are recalled

Just think of the tales about love in a Ford

With such a small hurdle now stood in our way

How brief is your visit? It’s only one day!

It’s either love-making or having a chat

With nothing to keep us alive after that

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

3

All life is a fiction with games to be played

What better the story than love to be made?

With shadows around us its healthy they say

So dare to be wholesome and do it today

With life a short journey from beginning to end

And so much expected from family and friend

What fun to let passion have somewhere to go

In tune with desire that most of us know 

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

4

We have nothing to fear from the Pontiff in Rome

But time is found wanting before you go home

I fancy my chances but how about you?

With nothing much else in a day we can do

Back in your century the news is not good

Deprived by the age to enjoy motherhood

But here you are healthy and raring to go

With time for love-making before the great snow

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

Would it help if I told you I love you just as you are?

A writer at heart on her way to becoming a star

Shining so brightly the shadows no longer remain

Leaving me waiting for us to make love once again

The End
   © K.F. Geach