Category Archives: Humour

Word

The written word, the spoken word, one is seen, the other heard.

In one ear and out the other go words in the air.

The written word shall last until the end of time, when true and fair.

Who shall speak the word written down, perhaps a funny circus clown.

Immortal word speak to me.

Sing a song of the free.

The best is yet to be.

A cup of tea.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

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Guns

Why not stop the infection at source?

That would make sense of course.

Should we all be armed against each other?

Who, your sister, father, mother, brother?

There are mad men out there so they say.

Shoot them and they go away.

Why are they mad, do you ever ask?

That is your task.

Do not cure the symptom, cure the disease.

Ask any doctor please.

Tich Ennis

25th February, 2018

The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018

Big Bang

God exploded forming me and you.

The universe too.

A suicide bomber with a cause.

Universal laws.

Someday he will reform again when there is peace between men.

The universe expands, contracts.

Aware of its acts.

We die, we know that for sure.

God is the cure.

It has all been most interesting, an old lady said.

Then she rolled over dead.

One day we will all be one.

Wait for the last line full of fun.

I’m not the only one.

Eternal peace and happiness.

God bless.

Free us from this infernal mess.

A cat called Kess.

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2018

Oldie

In my declining years I said no to death and to Heaven said hello.

As John Wayne said when you gotta go you gotta go.

A man must do what a man must do, that’ll be the day.

Parents of teenage daughters get down on your knees and pray.

I spent my young years in thrall to the silver screen.

Then came Bill Haley, Elvis and James Dean.

Popcorn and ice cream.

Then came the words The End, the national anthem drives me round the bend.

All stand up and home we go.

Jukebox cure my woe.

Rock’n’roll and dancing and romancing.

I never said no.

Now at last life comes to an end.

I am remembered by a friend.

Glorious technicolour, wide screen.

Death of a human being.

I did not want to go, I fought against it to the last.

I have a wonderful past.

I remember you and you remember me.

The best is yet to be.

At last I’m free.

Tich Ennis

11th December, 2017

Dedicated to the memory of Michael O’Brien

Big Fool

May I not let people down with a bump or otherwise.

I let myself down bigtime since I fell from the skies.

You may say by what airline did I fly when I fell from the sky?

The same as you, how do you do, I broke a heart or promise two.

Or maybe more, encore, encore, most of my life was a waste of time.

Ten years ago I took up rhyme.

There is no point in telling lies, I wish to regain the skies.

All aboard, we take off soon, this flight passes by the Moon.

Then back to Earth, let down again, when we have peace between men.

Fellow travellers, let it be, your pilot is a fool like me.

Bloody history leave behind out of sight and out of mind.

It is not easy but its true you and I know what to do.

I mean every word I say, what can I say?

Have a nice day. Better, make a good day, not nice.

Follow your own advice.

Trust your heart, you know what to do and how to be.

Don’t leave it all to me.

Why can’t we agree?

If we did less people would be dead.

That’s what I said.

Life means something when we want it to.

Its up to me and you.

Who goes first, best or worst?

At least I try before I die.

Wars happen, why?

Is my heart in the right place?

Be in a state of grace.

End disgrace, human race.

I am the clown who does not want to let you down.

A clown is for fun and laughter.

And happy ever after.

Peace and love are not just words, they are how to be.

I ask myself am I the biggest fool?

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

11th January, 2018