Luke's Rantings

Here's a poem I wrote. It's called Cool.

Cool
By Luke Higgins
Grass is green,
Some flowers are blue,
I don't want to be mean,
But I wish my mum was cool like you.

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If I was your teacher, which I may as well be, I'd grade you about a 6 out of 10 for that.
This is what you should be aiming for

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Cool is for people
Like me and not you
By Bernadette

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Okay okay. Not bad. Here's a 10 out of 10 then.

Cool 2
By Luke Higgins
I was stupid, I was fool,
I can't be cool,
I'm not old enough,
Unlike you.

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Good night B.
Here is a poem for the morning.

Good Morning B,
By Luke Higgins

Good Morning B,
You look awake,
I'm glad to see,
You want some cake,
To go with your cup of Tea?

Good Morning B,
It's time to be busy,
I'm busy and so you should be,
But I'm so hungry, I feel dizzy.

Good morning B.

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Second day
Dear Luke
I am impressed with the speed at which you write your masterpieces.
I thought, in order to maintain my coolness, I would attempt to do the same

Good Morning Luke
By Bernadette Davies

Good morning Luke, I hope you're well
I hope you slept just swell
Back here this morning
Your work is calling
And jobs you now must sell

Good morning Luke, I hope you're fine
And got to work on time?
So do your job,
Don't be a knob
Don't call me old you swine!

Good morning Luke, p.s. have some cereal if your that hungry...
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A little bit disappointed that I got no poem in response to my work of brilliance?

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It's coming. Been tres busy. Give me a topic to write about and I'll send you one back a s a p.

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Whatever takes your fancy luke...how about your pending homelessness?

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Homelessness
By Luke Higgins.

My pending homelessness,
Is none of your bus-i-ness,
So stop your nosyness
Miss Bernadette Davies-sss.

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Very good luke di luke!

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Very Good Luke di Luke!
Originally by Bernadette Davies
Converted into poetry by Luke Higgins.

B 2 the B,
You are crazy,
B 2 the B,
You smoke too much,
That's why your eyes look hazy,
B 2 the B,
Why do you call me Luke di Luke?
I know why B 2 the B,
You're as mental as a daisy.

Luke di Luke,
Are the words uttered by Bernadette,
Luke di Luke,
Is what B is thinking when she reads the evening gazette,
Luke di Luke,
You are now in my debt,
Why am I Luke di Luke?
For making me sound like the office pet.

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Here's a poem I've been working on. Don't know what to call it yet.

(By Luke)
I have something on my shoe.
I think its cat or possibly dog poo,
Reminds me of someone, oh wait that's right, you.

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I think, what you should call it is:
What Luke looks like under a shoe.

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Nah. I think crap and poop. Got a nice ring to it.

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Luke like sh*t has a better ring to it...

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Third day

Travels
By Luke Higgins

Next month I'm going to Uganda,
But I doubt I will be able to order a lamb passanda,
That, I would have to order from India,
But don't let that thought hinder ya,
I'm going back to the land of the Af-ri-ka,
Where I'll be able to eat some fresh papri-ka.
Land of the Zulu,
Land of the brave,
Land of the Voodoo,
The land from where we came, the land we must save.

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By Bernadette
Very clever you appear to be
To type down these poems, so easily
Without seeming to think or even to wait
And then what I read, is pretty great

Very clever and fast i'd say that you are
And whitty if sometimes slightly bizarre
Luke di Luke you do impress me
With poetry that you do so easily

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Here's another one for you.

Mugabe and Mbeki
By Luke Higgins

Mugabe. Robert to some.
Mbeki. Thabo to others.
Zuma. A new president to come.
South Africa. The land of our mothers.

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Bernadette
By Luke Higgins
Bernadette,
What a different name,
Some may frame,
That name is a name for fame.

Others my claim,
That it is just the same,
For a name is a name.
Like Barry, Susie or Wayne.

Bernadette.
Just a name?
Or a name that should be proceeded by Dame?
Or a name that should be followed by the word lame?

Or shall we conclude,
That a name is a name,
Be it for better, for worse, or the same.
But that we do know Bernadette is definitely a dude!

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and all this on the same day...his brilliance knows no end....

Luke
By Luke Higgins
LUKE! LUKE!
That's the name people scream.
LUKE! LUKE!
'The World's Greatest' is what it does mean.
LUKE! LUKE!
A Knighthood he should deem.

Luke, Luke,
King, Sir, Doctor or Duke?
Luke, Luke,
He is the world's greatest, and this is no fluke.
Luke, Luke,
You'll love him so much you'll almost puke!

LUKE! LUKE!
PLEASE! I need my space!
LUKE! LUKE!
People's obsession! I cannot deal with this pace!
LUKE! LUKE!
OY! WOMAN! Get out of my face!

Luke. Luke.
What a lovely guy.
Luke. Luke.
His aura will make you cry.
Luke. Luke.
Nothing else needs to be said. Bye. Bye.

nor does his humbleness......

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Okay B. So your website is good. Let us conclude our week of poetry.

A Week Gone
By Luke Higgins
A Week Has Gone,
Talents have come forth and shone,
So let's bygones be bygones and so on and so on,
For soon will come next week,

These talents will not weaken, nor look any less bleak,
Aspirations you may seek,
And inspiration we are to the weak,
So lets go home, enjoy our soup of potato and leek,
Crack open a Beer or a different type of drin-ek
AND GET ON IT!

TBC