jackie boy
is now nine, WOW!
he'll be double 
digits in twelve months time!
It seems like only yesterday
he was one second old
and what a pleasure 
was he to behold!
those terrible two's are rather hazy
now he's nine and 
still driving us crazy
But what would we do 
without our boy?
'Cos our dear Jack filleth out hearts with joy!

©2001 Chez Marto

ode to mrs bell
the final day of school is here 
but why are we not glad? 
 mrs bell is leaving and in fact 
it’s rather sad  
we’ve known her 
but for one short year 
and wish that she 
would stay quite near 
and I’m sure of one thing 
she hasn’t forgot
brisbane will be bloody hot!  
the time has finally come mrs bell 
for us to bid to you farewell!

©1999 Chez Marto 

go the hog!
there we were in a sod of a fog
me an me dog an he's not a bad sod
if you know what i mean
he's a sod of a dog an' damn good in a fog
an' this was a fog that was going the hog
obscuring a log that was hid in a bog
as i cursed that fog for going the hog
me dog hit the log an' fell in the bog
must a thought he's a frog the silly ol cod
then i hit the log in that hog of a fog
fell onto me dog on the sloppy ol' log
'fore we knew it we were going the hog
in the fog on a log me an me dog in a bog
me an me sod of a dog in a fog
going the hog he's not a bad dog
if you know what i mean
damn good in a fog
an' damn good in a bog

          ©2001 Chez Marto            

fluss
all around the world it was said that the little fart was growing up into a giant fathead
tweet tweet tweet said the little fart
the sad fat toff the old sad fat that sad fat old fart through and through
the fat oh that fat as the far away fart grew and grew
it waddled all over the placemat 
as the far away fathead fad grew and grew
it was a laugh to see all the people down the street jumping for john's sake
why oh why did you kiss ass that person over there will he jump for john and lick out at our heads
this is about as funny as leprosy and about as fubby as out there

thay goes a salty far off
once the salted one plooped all over it wasn’t easy to see what over all that fluss
  so sad such is salt that we see the salt as it wants us to 
for and fro to up and over inside and outdoors too
the sad ole fathead jumped all the time alive ahead of itself
it needed a flat old call for people to use 

even yon sad sake salt was becoming sadder and saltier all along
and around the plax the salt was oversough  So, such that a great fluss was caught
kluss klitt klapp klodd kleff klrff
what a sound
it could be heard
here now loudly again often it trembled saltmeal
curing the fatheads wrath 

suddebly our fashionables were up and
as salted as each other were
sadly friendlymood was far as possibly over
as they had judged and juggled and washed
and from out of out there
it was sadder a place to live

©2001 Chez Marto

grieving
We may find this hard to swallow 
that in life’s dark moments 
we mustn’t wallow 
It may be fine to have a paddle
but u need to get back up in the saddle
And if we keep on 
asking ourselves why
it’s only gonna make us cry
It’s these simple truths 
we never want to hear
we wish our loved-ones 
would just re-appear
While it’s true these words 
have plenty of appeal
 and giving them thought 
may help to heal 
we mustn't forget that it’s ourselves we deceive 
if at all we neglect to grieve

©2001 Chez Marto