Sunday, February 18, 2007

Poetry The Eye of an Eagle

The Eye of an Eagle
Heh! Mum, I can see you oh so clear
Still wearing those old of jeans with a tear in the rear
Betcha don’t know your zoomed in my frame
Oh Hell! You’ve got that red hat on again
Thanks for the camera; I can have lots of fun
I feel like God, looking down on everyone.

Don’t worry about me, my feet are quite stable
I’m tied down with a very strong cable
I can see Uncle Ned sneaking home from the pub
And your nosey neighbours are off to the club
The Jones twins are playing a game of skittle
There’s Harry Mc Donald taking another wee tipple

Tim Clarke and Anne Smith, just back from a walk in the clover
Grass and straw on their clothes, maybe they fell over
Gee, there’s the Thomas kids peeping in Nels window
Wow! She should pull down the blind, boy what a show
They are far too young for a sight like that
Here comes someone, watch them scat

Hold on a minute, I’ll adjust my magic glass
I need to make a long distance pass
Well, bless my soul and my lovely zoom lens
Looks like the start of some dirty weekends
Judge Mackey is all packed ready to go away
M/s Brown has her case, “I thought he was Gay”

They both wear disguises, dark glasses and all
Hoping the local’s wont notice, they’ll have a ball
There’s goes the hamper, I bet full of grog
Two sets of trainers, don’t think they will jog
I guess I’m jealous, M/s Brown is quite nice
With her looks no wonder she picked the right vice

Now Boris, my trusty pet Eagle circles all around
His keen eyes always looking for prey to be found
Gracefully gliding through the forbidding skies
What a sight to be had from an old eagles eyes
He guides me through many new sights to explore
Then suddenly beckons me to my very own back door

With my matching lens to the eagles game
A robber has broken a large windowpane
With a powerful thrust Boris was gone
I followed his dive to the prey he was on
The thief gave a cry of pain to his head
As powerful talons inserted, blood started to spread

Hi there Mum, I called from my mobile phone
Ring the police and Ambulance to go to my home
My place is being robbed but don’t despair
Boris has given him quite a huge scare
Alas my battery has finally gone flat
I’ll sign off for now Mum, no more chitchat.

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