Category: The Jester

I remember being a little lass
all those many years ago
decorating the Christmas tree
and hanging up the mistletoe

The sounds of bells takes me back
to a place of childhood pleasure
through the halls of time I go
with memories I will always treasure

The smell of fresh baked gingerbread
would waft all throughout the place
and the roast was in the oven
that would soon disappear without a trace

Everywhere was Christmas
with joy spread all around
decorations and festive lights
would adorn the whole downtown

Carolers would sing their songs
right outside our garden gate
and I would stay up listening
until it became very late

We would wrap up all our presents
to give to our parents and our grans
we spent all year making them
with our very own pair of hands

Christmas eve was always special
I would lie awake all night
and listen for the sleigh bells
and reindeer to appear in sight

no matter how I tried to stay awake
it happened every single year
I would soon be sleeping very tight
and that sleigh I would never hear

On Christmas morning I would awaken
and there down at the end of my bed
would be a sack full of gifts
that made up for missing Santa’s sled

But then as I grew up older
and my life was touched by pain
I stopped believing in the magic
and Christmas became a strain

It became all about the money
commercialized a special thing
the gift that keeps on giving
was the sound of a cash register’s ring

and then one day it happened
I looked upon my children’s face
and saw the magic mirrored there
that was sprinkled around the place

it was then my heart re opened
and Santa Claus came back into my life
I was just as excited as the kiddies
the joy within my soul was rife

I’d forgotten all the magic
of giving laughs and smiles
and of sitting up on Santa’s knee
full of innocence and guile

I’d forgotten the gift of giving
that was what it was all about
and seeing happiness in others
is the best thing, never doubt

Do you believe in Santa Claus
who comes around once a year
to spread the smiles and laughter
and wipe away those tears

Do you believe in Christmas
the wonders and the joy
the gold and silver tinsel
and parents acting very coy

The magic that is Christmas
is very real you see
the love and warmth and happiness
is what Christmas means to me

So look upon the children
at their innocence and fears
and build them up with happiness
thats stretches on throughout the years.

mayet

Mayet.com.au

Redemption

My heart seeks a strong redemption
Freedom from your biting chains
The sun is beset by storm clouds
it’s time life was lived again

I am alone I see you out there
bound by your pathway full of fear
A never ending winding journey
That snakes on and on throughout the years

It is your face behind the shadows
Fading from the gift of light
taking from your world of madness
that brings my never ending night

The time has come for me leave now
to cleanse away your fatal sins
The moment and the memory
your game nobody could ever win

mayet

Mayet.com.au

Screens are all around me
in front of my very eyes.
My life is full of seeing them
and it makes me want to cry

I’m typing this little ditty
on the screen in front of me
and it makes me really wonder
how life would be if all screen free

I switch on my little microwave
there is another one on there
and then I pick my cellphone up,
the one on there is a small square

There is a tiny one on my camera
and on my bread maker as well.
To say nothing of all the radios
and the alarm clock when it yells.

The kids turn on the television
and stare blankly at the screen
then they play their twitches
as surreal as the weirdest dream

At the airport departure terminal
and in the taxi out of town.
They tell me what to do and when
and where to plant my frown

There are one’s to adjust the temperature
and others to keep out the sun.
I bet there’s one on my fridge door
Just to make my life more fun

I apply for a job position
they are screening all the applicants
I go to get an x-ray
this ones angled on a slant

In the insurance brokers office
there are cubicles all round
to keep the workers privacy
screened from other noisy sounds

There are screens to keep the bugs out
and to keep the sun off of the car.
There are ones that tell you where you are
and just when you’ve gone to far.

It used to be just in the cinema
where we would go to get a dose
and stare off like a zombie
squinting to bring words up real close

Now my eyes are seeing rectangles
but I know its from the screen
on the optic glasses that I wear
which allow it to be “ob”seen

Words and numbers flash at me
they are everywhere I look
screens regulate my lifestyle
once upon a time it was a book

But the biggest screen of them all
is a hidden one indeed
it’s the one that people hide behind
that they really seem to need

I broke my screen long ago
what you see is what you get.
The person deep inside of me
is the same person you just met

mayet

Mayet.com.au

Published 2008

I wrote this one the other day for Jersey Girl and Munch. Yes Munch you handsome devil, you inspired this little ditty. (rip munch)

So this is in tribute to Jersey Girl’s blackberry contest.

She is hot she is ready
and she is willing to go
then she tells you something
that you didn’t want to know

you lean back then to listen
with your fingers deep inside
between that luxury softeness
your hand just gently glides

She stops what she is doing
and looks up into your eye
she starts to speak the dreaded words
that are going to make you cry

your body is working overdrive
dicks as hard and stiff as rock
hurry and finish telling this
all I want to do is have a FOK

She smiles that sweet coy smile now
and wraps her hands around your gun
it twitches up towards her
as the juices start to run

hunny you know I want you
and your tongue between my thighs
I want you doing dirty deeds
but I canna tell a lie

tis the time for me of blackberries
the juicy gift from all the gods
that come raining down from heaven
and make for berry messy clods

So unless you want your face red
or to look like freddies revenge
I wouldn’t dine down there tonight
in that slick gooey blackberry menge

you take your hand from within her
dang you had four fingers in
you place your hand upon her back
and let out a little grin

as you rub her shoulders lovingly
and massage up her curvy back
you lay her gently on the bed
your dicks now on the slack

you cup her face into your hands
and gaze deep into her eyes
there will always be another day
but for now I have to fly

it takes a minute to reclothe
and leave her snoring on the bed
she is smiling that secret smile again
as dreams of teasing are in her head

you close the door to the apartment
and get into the tower’s lift
you wonder what her husband will think
as he arrives to your fingerprinted gift

Thanks to which most of myspace has a new slang term to add to their vocab.

Thanks to the judges, the contestants and thanks mostly to those friends and readers that voted my entry. It was a fun time to be had by all.

Munches was the best by far and hence why his little ditty inspired this little dirty ditty.

mayet

Mayet.com.au