Changing Times

Suitable placards are not to be found
carried by those who protest
Hippie and Flower Child far underground
no longer aiding the quest

militant factions now cry their demands
while terrorists lurk in the wings
neither are certain who really commands
but both have formidable stings

Let me tell you 'bout Mr. Face,
who dwells in the luxurious space.
He hasn't an eye, an ear, nor hair,
and lives though never breathed the air.

He's good friends in a very huge amount,
these are so many than any could count.
Because friendship is all that he'd care,
he'd travel to almost everywhere.

He lives on the thoughts yet he's anencephalic,
and always known for being abibliphobic.
along with him everyone would surf,
and yet he would never lose a nerve.

Josephine-Ellen-May Tyler-Melrose
(That’s Bobby and Sally-Anne's Gran)
has hairs on her chin, a wart on her nose
and a deep voice that sounds like a man.

But their Gran can fix anything broken, it seems.
(The kids secretly think she is magic).
And when she smiles, her face grows sunbeams
and she somehow turns comic from tragic.

if you missed the rail I’m on
one left dirty, clean one’s gone
when you’re living
with some girls
one hundred towels