Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

death

  • My wife does the gardening she loves those fuchsia bushes, me I’d rather have a pasty. I always try and live for today and look toward the future. The past ten years or so haven’t been that good for me, what with my cancer and then the burns, my luck has to change soon. I Read more

  • Repercussions.

    What will my life be like in three years ? Well it shouldn’t take that long to describe, certainly not three years. I’m hoping I have a bit more luck, don’t set fire to myself again, and for the thieves and vagabonds to leave us alone. We’re going to make this house more saleable for Read more

  • The last two posts I’ve done have been on a similar, theme, that of avarice. So todays poem isn’t related to the prompt. However, how about “Richmass” a holiday we could all go out and waste our money buying useless gifts for people, in order to make the rich richer. Mind you, don’t we already Read more