Category Archives: Regret

Roseanne, late night entertainer, lacking just a touch of social grace.

Whacked On Ambien. (Apologies To John Mellencamp.)

Here’s a little ditty about tact and Roseanne,
‘Bout how she twitted her career right down the can,
Of how high she rated, and of how she’s fallen so far,
How now neither ABC nor her agent want a bar of Ms. Barr.

What damage to her ‘good name’ Roseanne is wreaking,
(Though her joke is shared by a few, conservatively speaking,)
Now she blames sleep deprivation and Ambien for her faux pas-
But it’s her own witterings on Twitter that launched this falling star.

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Diplomacy 101. Careering towards a deal with North Korea. Yeah, right.

Round And Round, Round After Round.

Don wants to meet with Kim
And Kim wants to meet with him,
They plan to meet up in Singapore
Unless the plan proves to have a flaw.

With two massive egos in one place
What a conundrum they both face,
Which one of ’em will first blink?
Which one of ’em, do you think?

With this meeting of the minds
It’s fair to say it does take all kinds,
Now their meeting is off, then it’s on;
What party poopers are Kim and Don.

As warm relationships continue to sour,
Atmosphere’s cooling, hour by hour
‘Nobel’s resounding, like a bad joke
As our high hopes go up in smoke.

The locale is different but there’s an eerie familiarity to the news unfolding on the screen. Well, time- again- for ‘thoughts and prayers.’

Long Time A’learning.

Just another day in the USA,
This time the place is Santa Fe,
Theres’s guns, carnage blood and gore,
The same old story, retold once more.

Another kid with no concern for the law,
Don’t care what the Second Amendments for,
Still the NRA say ‘don’t dare take our guns away,’
Just another sad and sorry day in the USA.

The President ticks off a new round of diplomacy. Sometimes you get just what you wish for. Sadly.

Friend And Foe Alike/Falling Out,

Oh Don, it’s another great deal you have done,
You’ve got those untrustworthy Iranians on the run,
Your vow to tear up the treaty was no empty threat,
Lets hope your actions aren’t something we’ll all regret.

Don wants to ensure America is Number One,
The countdown to Dons dream has now begun,
And Don, its a lesson the Iranians will not forget;
Consider your aim of America First as- Target Met.

Our old beloved newspaper transitions to a new compact, easy to hold format. Not the news I wanted to see.

Press Pass.

I awaited the New Press with eager eyes,
They looked, downcast, at its meagre size,
I’d heard there’d be much content within;
That argument is most evidently paper thin.

Apart from yesterdays news or next weeks TV guide,
My purchase of the Press can no longer be justified,
Claiming ‘less is more’ does not jibe with this scribe;
This is a poor wee paper to which I cannot subscribe.

A trip to chilly Scotland, to the big bold brassy city. Here a poor simple innocent Antipodean might easily have his head turned by the promise of hot steamy offerings… So ripe, so redolent, so seductive.

Bittersweet.

We’ve loved the life in Edinburgh, there’s so much to see and do,
Take a tour around the Old Town, take in the spectacular view,
My wife knows I’m no romantic but as our Christmas here passes
I’m seeing less through frozen specs than rose-tinted glasses.

We’ve Tiki-toured to near and far, from Loch Ness to Stockbridge,
Based in a quaint olde cottage free of all mod cons- like a fridge;
Promenaded past the Balmoral, trekked up ‘n’ down the Royal Mile,
Even the theatrics of a Spooky Spirits Tour invoked the ghost of a smile.

Yet- and yet- there is one unsavory thing I have found,
In both the New and Old Towns, on high or lower ground,
A presence lurks in the shadows, pervasive, omnipresent,
A fact of life in bonny Edinburgh I find, frankly unpleasant.

They seem to to haunt every corner, their entreaties oh so sweet,
Boldly advertising their dark seductive pleasures, pictures of deceit,
The wafting scent, the open invitation of a treat to make your day complete;
Don’t succumb, all you get is highway robbery, and tossed out into the street.

…No no no NO NO, I must explain, I don’t mean the ladies of the night;
There’s little wrong with consensual transactions, when the price is right,
No NO, I’ve never sought the dubious charms of a bargain basement tryst,
Nor the comfort and release of a half-price half-interested flip of the wrist.

Understand, if propositioned, this gentleman will decline,
The story essayed above did happen- to a ‘friend’ of mine…

The travesty I’m talking of is insidious, a blight and a scourge,
See, there’s the door, walk in if you’ve the nerve or the urge,
But beware, the broken man speaking to you strode in like a hero-
There’s nothing to suck the joy from life than supping a Caffe Nero.

The ill-practiced baristas lassitude was just the first of my concerns-
Its true that at Nero’s you’le see someone faffing about as the milk burns-
No, I didn’t leave no tip, I offered no thanks, because scarce a sip I drank,
I rate Caffe Nero bottom of the barrel, a stone-cold zero in taste- and rank.

Time moves on, we move from place to place, lose track of people who matter. Always, you think ‘we’ll meet up again, in time.’ Then, one day, up on the screen pops a casual post, and off we go, into the blue… No humour today.

Belated.

My old school pal Robin has gone, God knows where,
He’s been gone ever so long, and I never knew,
The longer I live, the less this life seems fair,
And its too late to say ‘Robin, its been good to know you.’