... some more unique poems from Bill Textworth, with original music: PAGE 2
Knees Up Mother Brown
*** Editor’s note: Some of you may have heard this song in the bawdy pubs of London. I have heard a lot of ridiculous statements from Bill, but at least he does not claim to have written these lyrics. Instead, he has managed to get AI to sing them. There are 2 versions, one operatic and one in popular music style. I don't know what kind of distorted mind would find them entertaining... ***
Knees up Mother Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh
If I catch you bending
I'll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees up
don't get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown
Oh my, what a rotten song
What a rotten song
What a rotten song
Oh my, what a rotten song
And what a rotten singer too-oo-oo!
I expect the second version to be our entry for the next Eurovision Song Contest.
The Body That Fell Apart
A self indulgent misery or a lesson in humility?
A body that was once so tough,
Senses fine and were enough
With agile mind to study truth,
Such things were with me from my youth.
Then time passed on
And all were gone.
Once perfect sight would show
All that there was to know,
But now I just squint
At the largest print.
Glasses are a pain,
Yep,
… they need cleaning again.
It’s not easy to see
While watching TV.
When Hocus Pocus
Is out of focus,
Nothing will keep
Me from falling asleep.
A device in the ear
Helps it to hear
Explosions and war,
Subtle sounds no more.
Only noises that bring
A deafening ring.
Now the battery’s run out
So you might have to shout.
Seeing and hearing
Make everything real,
But moving and thinking,
Are part of the deal.
It’s hard to respect
A lost intellect.
Stopping on the bottom stair,
Wonder why I’m standing there,
Was I coming down or going up?
Where the heck did I leave my cup?
Went to a party,
Joined in the game.
Lost concentration,
Embarrassed again.
Inflamation, constipation,
Wary of humiliation.
Should I have a biscuit?
Perhaps I shouldn’t risk it.
The doctors did what doctors do,
With careful thought, decided to
Investigate and operate
One more time, but rather late.
So now I am old
And permanently cold,
But never will be
A liability.
It’s the end of the day
And, come what may,
All seems to be
Enforced humility.
Experience has turned
To the final lesson learned
That in your sickness and your health
You can see others as you see yourself
Use headphones for music – it's SO much better!