Roller Coaster

The crawling climb to hurtle down
the shrieking curves back to the ground,
white-knuckled fingers clutching tight
as though to curb the angry flight.

My stomach isn't one that yearns
the roller-coasters drops and turns;
always seeks to stay aloft
when other parts have long since dropped;
joins me briefly on a crest,
then veers away with sickening zest.

It might be fun if we could ever
share our ups and downs together.

Nightmare On The Mountain

I climb in fear the mountain
Press hard into it's face,
Claw in desperation,
Each crumbling, crevassed place,
Struggle for a foothold
On rock worn smooth and bare,
Scrabble in wild panic,
For holds that are not there.

The howling wind abating
Unpins me from the rock,
And stands there quietly waiting,
As though to watch me drop,
Yet soon in frenzied flurry
Returns with devil's cry,
Impatient in it's hurry,
To see me fall and die.

Through fear-dried lips I'm calling
For help I surely know,
Can't stop me now from falling
The dizzy depths below.
Is that the wind now screaming?
As empty air I tread,
As down I plummet dreaming,
Into my waking bed.

Another Dream

While sleeping in my bed last night
I dreamt as many do,
That I was falling from a height
A fearsome dream? - not true,
For as I'd dreamt this dream before,
I knew that I'd be bound,
To wake before I reached the floor
And be quite safe and sound.

I just woke up this morning,
The sun has broken through,
I notice as I try to stand,
My legs are broken too.

Okay, so I'm lying.
Guess I don't have a leg to stand on.

A Fisherman's Tale

While fishing from the rocks one day
In calm and gentle sea,
A mermaid paused her graceful play
And flopped upon my knee.

She kissed me softly on the lips,
Cool fingers stroked my face,
She wriggled scaly, sexy hips,
My heart began to race.

She whispered softly, "Take me home,
Enjoy me while you can".
"By dawn I must rejoin the foam,
Back to my half a man".

I floundered in her tempting eyes
And lost my very sole,
We kissed beneath blue, lover's skies,
Then to my home we stole.

I burst in with excited shout,
My wife looked up at me.
"Darling, get the frypan out,
We've got fresh fish for tea".

Wise Old Fred

The tide was turning to go out
when old Fred Cod met Tillie Trout,
and Tillie said, "I hear it's feared
that Sammy Salmon's disappeared."

"It really makes my blood run hot,
wondering if the poor things got
himself into that horrid air,
that human beings breathe up there."

She heaved her gills in agitation,
"It defies imagination,
HOW COULD he vanish just like that,
when all he did was chase a sprat?"

She twitched a cross, impatient tail
and paused to scratch an itchy scale
against a nearby favorite rock,
as though to rub away the shock.

She made a vicious, angry snap
at a passing silver sprat,
and in a flash, as quick as light,
she was whisked right out of sight.

Ah well, thought Fred, she asked for trouble,
and blew an iridescent bubble.
Guess I was a mite too late
to tell her it was fishing bait.

Always was a nosy fish
and now she knows where Sammy is.
This old cod won't spring THAT trap,
I'm far too old and wise for that.

And with that thought he gently sighed,
content in inward mental pride.
Never even saw the shark,
until quite suddenly - it was dark.