P-faf (Poem for a friend)

Eight hundred and thirty one days

The time that I've known you

It has simply flown by

And now you're off to pastures new

Our early days occupied by

Endless training schemes

Bearing no real relation to

Their ways, routines and means

But you soon showed yourself

Tough, relentless, made me smile

Wouldn't give even an inch

Let alone a long and lonely mile

You're dizzy, often ditsy

The worst sufferer of the sugar rush

But you know all the guys

Would describe you as positively lush

You have the worst case

Of the dropsies I've ever known

In meetings it's endless crashing

Of pens, notebooks and phone

How many phone screens you've busted

Is just beyond belief

But you'll always have the tech guys

Crawling at your feet

I'll miss you Miss Keatley

And Vicki Tatters will too
Keep up with the Instas
Of Tower Bridge and London Zoo

I'll miss you, Josephine Keatley
*wipes a small tear from his eye*
Time for you to spread your London wings
And fly, my pretty, fly

The Hidden

There's someone hiding
By the pool
No love in their heart
Intentions cruel
Someone is lurking
Behind bush or tree
Without shadow of doubt
Clear as can be

Their purpose selected
Volunteer has a name
In this most twisted
Of twisted game
They wait, they're waiting
Breath held tight
For the perfect moment
When the time is right

I feel you there
Know where you stand
Can read you mind
See the blade in your hand
Put it down, please
And just walk away
No need to provide misery
On this glorious day
Put it down, please
Leave well alone
Show me your heart's more
Than cold cold stone

That someone's still hiding
In the nature reserve
Hell bent on delivering
Something no one deserves
Lurking, ever lurking
Biding their time
I can't stop them with action
Nor reason nor rhyme

Put it down please
Leave well alone
Show me your heart's more
Than cold cold stone