Whatever Happened To Victor Value?

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A wish to have a corner shop

Trade nitty-gritty bottom lines

Pick and choosing value items

Using a modicum of signs

With ideals like cost reduction

Applied to breaking prices down

Discarding wrappings wasteful dazzle

As a careless dressing gown

In blue and white a prudent parlour

A wiser choice of lesser bills

Where worth ensured a tied up berth

No names and no pack frills

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The Manor Born

Jon a fine equestrian

Sits high upon his horse

A man of much inheritance

Of lineage of course

Not ever glad to suffer fools

Or those beneath his gaze

Woe to them of sad coincidence

Who bestow on Jon much praise

The lottery of happenstance

Fertile ocean mudded puddle

Where a hope of wealth creation

Imbues a place where you befuddle

My Favourite 'Matter of Fact'

When debating a ludicrous notion
If all is it at sea in the ocean
Or whether today is yesterday night
Maybe vanishing cream is a lotion

Is your point of view a promotion
From a lifetime of thoughtful devotion
Conjuring dreams of preferable schemes

close to inventing perpetual motion

Do black holes create by implosion

Does knowledge degrade with emotion
Is the colour of green a sign of serene
Born out of continual erosion

Do all things begin with commotion

Ground and mixed up in potions
Perhaps you and I are not what we see
Just products of timely explosions

This one teases the mind

We're Out Enjoying a Quiet Life

Too high the hill to freedom lost

Craving so to be pursued

Expounding every trivial thing

Trapped in endless drivel fused

The pressing interrupter bells

From faceless forms in absence

Compete and beat in undertones

Will interact eclipsing presence

Where you are no longer matters

To be at any place elsewhere

Leaving moments of reality
In distant hiding from despair

Give them a break, improve your child's potential introduce electronic free holidays.

Help the children

Humble Pie

Feet of Strength!

 When surveying my ability
Crowning glorious facility

I cannot help but wonder
if it really is debility

Immersed in my civility

Deep sense of gloom and liability

No shake free leg to stand on

From far too much gentility

My work has credibility

Savoir faire almost nobility

Sometimes I can’t resist a scream

Please don’t view it as hostility

On the cusp of viability

Bestowing work of such virility

A world so packed, no elbow room

Digging ribs without humility

Dedicated to every rosebud not yet flowering in full bloom