Annoying Californian Blues-Guitarist

It's raining again this morning
It's raining again this morning
It's raining again this morning
Feel as lonesome as the rain
It's raining again this morning
It's raining again this morning
It's raining again this morning
Woncha take away this pain
It's raining again this morning-
Welcome to England, asshole!

Awaiting Second Miscarriage

Don't know whether to laugh
Don't know whether to cry
Can't allow myself to hope
Can't allow myself to dream
Living from day to day
Made it this far
Made it this far

Don't want another angel
Want a keeper

Am I paranoid
Or just taking no chances?
Am I making mountains
Out of molehills?
Well every emotion is valid
Made it on a little further
Made it on a little further

Don't want another angel
Want a keeper

Ian Johnson's Poem (a 'found' poem)

Another year!
Not much done or so I thought
Grand Union Presentation
Woking Bus Day
Brighton day out with impromtu trip round Kempton brewery
Wandsworth Wander
Young Members at Hogs Back
Manchester Mild trip, Bazens, Facers, local Branch mild trail,
Pot of Beer-Absinthe
London city heritage pubs
followed by Ealing BF
34 bus crawl
Lunchtime Socials, Half Moon, Richmond Arms, Plough
Real Ale Rambles, Wood Street, Alton, Ash - North Camp
Royal Oak & 4 Horseshoes POTY presentations Picture behind
bar, driving to 4 Horseshoes
Norwich Trip, Wolf and Green Jack, Fat Cat National POTY,
Tutored Tasting evening POW, lots of new faces
Cider social Crossways, Bob can he handle his cider?
Christmas Party...change next year?
Quiz nights at Varsity Centre
Skittles evening at Foresters, Julie secret practise sessions with
SE Berks ringer??

English Folk Star

I first saw him at Guilfest
And bought the CD
By Windsor I knew all the words

So I sang
And I smiled my best smile
He looked me dead in the eyes
All the way through
An odd, joyless gaze

Well, I wasn't familiar
With the works of Cifuentes
But I know Dorothy Fields allright
Embarrassed, I signed my name
On the band's mailing list, instead

At the Maltings, now famous,
He asked me to sit down
I flattered, awestruck
Met him once more dead in the eye
And
Something happened

He was - lonely - incredibly so
Like the homeless
Emotion, well, fantasy, flooded me
I dumbstruck, embarrassed, addicted, fought
An urge to help, yet couldn't lead him on

Later, I found
He had a partner and a kid
What was I ever to him but
Sally free and easy?
Hypocritical, maybe
I attempted to forgive

We owe it to our loved ones
To live in the Real World...

Welcome to the Secret Garden

Some Godawful poems on their way soon. Vogon Jeltz, eat your heart out!