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Part One of the Harvey Weinstein self produced sleaze saga begins. The sequel is not going to end well.

Break A Leg, Harvey.

Sourly Harvey Weinstein shuffles before the Court
Alone, he leans, puffing heavily on his groaning walker,
Not one decent actress offers him comfort or support-
Not one has a good word for Hollywood’s suite stalker.

Harvey can put on an act worthy of an Academy Award,
He’ll claim he’s  been wrongly ostracised and victimised,
Anyone in his Company will say ‘he’s universally adored,’
Harv humbly says, face flushed and red as a blushing bride.

But truth be told, The Weener’s future is looking grim,
At long last he’s gonna find he has to embrace his past,
Then when he’s behind bars, who is there to comfort him?
Hold on Harv, you may experience being sexually harassed.

 

©Obbverse

A friends best friend came to the end of his run and made that last trip to the vets. Now another friends friend has come to the end of his tether as well. A tribute to two of the best.

Dogs LIfe.

Where does one begin
To talk about a dog like Finn?

You acquired a dog one joyous day
For what seemed a fair price to pay.

His whining kept you up half the night-
Oh, you’d been sold a pup all right.

Want to take a drive, go for a ride?
Open the door, be brushed aside.

A quick stop outside the butchers shop
And the drooling would never stop.

Return to excited nose prints on the glass-
Open the window- his farts will pass.

Take him for a walk in the park,
That hound was bound to leave his mark.

You get a doggy grin and a tail wag
And a steaming Pak’n’Save bag.

Then, once walkies were done
Finn might well fire off another one!

That dog was trouble, right from the start
And then he goes, and breaks your heart.

So farewell Finn and farewell Smith,
Proof mans best friend is no mere myth.

 

©Obbverse

We knew it would happen again, and it did. But so soon? Mr President, its time for a little control. Please?

Mad Dog Days.

They’re still shivering in the aisles down at old El Paso
Though it’s been a lazy slow cookin’ Southern hazy crazy afternoon,
There’s a similar smoky atmosphere at Peppers Bar up in Dayton, Ohio;
Let’s pray to God (or whoever) there’s a change in the weather- mighty soon.

 

©Obbverse

We welcome the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere. Even when I try to escape into fantasy, like Game Of Thrones, I find it’s still a cold cold world. Oh yeah, spoiler alert.

Chilled Out.

It’s a cold day in June and winter is here,
Over the land a chill bitter wind doth blow.

Now my nights drag on and on and I fear
This last winter of discontent only adds to the woe.

My hopes for the future faded, finale, mid-year,
Winter’s come and gone, and I’m soooo over Snow.

 

©Obbverse

Shlock mock horror! All these movies about evil rising up and trying to chase down the brave survivors. Why can’t we see it from everyone’s point of view?

Lost In The Shuffle.

It’s no fun, waking in the shoes of the walking dead,
To see the living see then flee you with dawning dread,
One look at my shambling gammy gait and off they sped,
My food fast running out on me sure makes me see red.

There’s no spring in the step of the walking dead,
Perversely, we zombies are plagued by a ponderous tread,
Soon my quarry teased to a crawl, one tantalising step ahead.
And, oh, the frightful cutting biting stinging things they said!

With bellows blood-lusty enough to rouse the dead
The news of one slow and simple lost soul rabidly spread,
Soon even the old and lame returned from whence they had fled,
Now I wish I’d never raised my creepy head from my death bed.

I fear there’s no future in being a slow-witted dead
As it’s back up my own garden path I find I’ve been led,
Where choice pitch-forks and hatchets line my implements shed,
But I can’t help seeing that whacking big pick-axe, in my head.

 

©Obbverse