Bohemian Redemption

My favourite song is Bohemian Rhapsody and my favourite movie is The Shawshank Redemption and so for no other reason than, I wanted to, I married them together, with some of the story mixed with original words from the song and kept it to the tune of the song. I hope, if you like either, Bohemian Rhapsody or Shawshank, you will be Ok with this.. I tried to keep it so it fits exactly with the song as you sing it, if you choose to do so…



Bohemian Redemption

This is Dufresne’s life,
In state penitentiary.
He fought on the inside
No escape from reality.
While the warden ate pies,
He gave Hadly a surprise, tax free.
He’s a rich bank boy, he was found guilty
But it was another bum, called Elmo
Who shot his wife and the golf pro.
Anyway the decision would go, wouldn’t really matter you see, to Andy.

Mama,
The judge grilled the man, but didn’t hear what he told Red,
‘I didn’t pull the trigger but I killed them’, he said !
Mama, their lives had just begun,
But someone went and blew them both away.
‘Uh uh, I’m no fool,
They put me- Dufresne on trial
If I’m not innocent, ill be in Shawshank tomorrow,
I’ll carry on, carry on
As if my life never mattered’.

He’d wait, for Boggs to come,
The sisters played with his mind, his body shaking all the time
Goodbye everybody, Brookes had to go.
He had to leave it all behind to face the noose.
Mama, ooooh, ‘no good thing ever dies!’
Andy sometimes sat and carved things on the wall.

He trade a little cigarette, for a rock hamma*
Scaramouch, Scaramouch we will do the fandango
Reds thoughts were enlightening, their friendship was heightening, eke,
Zihuatanejo, Zihuatanejo
Zihuatanejo, Zihuatanejo, ‘I will play,
“The Marriage of Figaro”**, Magnifico’…

In came a poor boy his name was Tommy.
He was a petty thief from a poor family
Told, he’d be spared of his life if he helped Andy.
He is the one, He is Elmo, ‘ let Andy go?’
Bismillah! No we wont let Andy go,
(Let him go), Bismillah, we wont let Andy go
(Now we know), Bismillah,Tommy has to go?
Let the trigger go, His killa,*** let the trigger go,
(Let Andy go?), he is clever, never let him go.
(Get me dough!) No one will ever know(library so) Go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
‘Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, Ill dig a hole,
Big as my bum, and put gravel outside, unseen, I’ll be, so Free!

So he worked in the library and invented a guise,
So he got busy living, not waiting to die.
‘Oh baby, you cant prove this was me, baby,
So I just gotta get out, just gotta right out of here’

All his things were gathered, Andy, he broke free,
Shawshank was in tatters,
Red lived ever after, with Andy….
While they repair a big boat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Hammer
**The Marriage of Figaro was actually the tune from the prison yard
***Killer

Thanks!!!

A crowded room with a centerpiece,
A crowded room with the center at peace.
A family with friends all here,awake,
A family with friends all at a wake.
The locals gathered around to see,
A local who’s to be,buried at sea.
A man with a family-a wife and two daughters,
A family without a man-a husband and a father.
A fisherman and a familyman,he loved living as both,
He looked after his family,his house and his boat.
A friend now stood up to introduce the priest,
A priest introduced to the friend by the deceased.
And the priest,a young man,offered up five decades,to
A young man who’s life spanned just five decades,who
All the people here,loved and respected,
A man who’s ill health was never suspected.
After the priest,one of his daughters sang a hymn,
And then the other said a prayer which she wrote for him.
Nearing the end of the prayer she cried,
As a man nearing the end,she described.
A tall man now took over the wake,
All dressed in black,had jobs to undertake.
And for the widow knowing what lay ahead,
Kissed her husband,and bowed her head,
As she wept and said thank you to the love of her life,
A man who adored her,his good lady wife.
All that was left was a final silent farewell,
A minute observed to say thank you, A
Silence deserved for a man they all knew

Untitled For a Reason

Woken to a vast brilliant blue, as a picture, so pretty.
The eleventh, it was marked, the days, they flew,
A change, so sudden, in seconds, they knew
Morning was now taken, as darkness burdened the city.
Sirens wailed, their engines dispersed the dust.
Strangers now, would become friends evermore
Embracing, hail Mary full of gracing, as fires did roar.
The brave climbed skyward, in each other they did trust.
A shudder, a last look and black was the sight.
Hope hid deep between the debris and destruction
In seconds fell, what was years in construction.
Dreams were lost, as at the end of the tunnel, shun no light
Empty beds, homes and stations, because of feuding nations, September,
The lonely, the brave, the departed, the saved, always remembered!

I am the World’s Last Barman Poet.(not Tom Cruise)

I see England downing the great cocktails I make.
England can’t stop drinking whatever I stir and shake.
The Whiskey sour,
… A pink drink to wow her,
Something fruity with pimms,
Or I will spice up your gin.

I make things with juice and crushed ice.
With salt and a slice
My drinks will entice.

I make drinks sweet, the Mojito.
The Iced Tea,
And the cosmo,
The Orgasm,
You’ll have em’,
The Singapore Sling,
Add Red Bull for your wings.
I know you’re enjoying the flavours I got.
But lets all get loaded,
I’ll pour you a shot?
Bar is OPEN!!!

My Baby Boy

You finally arrived; it was in November, the third day,
And while the midwife cleaned you and injected your vitamin ‘K’
I counted your ten baby fingers and ten baby toes,
And admired your cute little button nose.
As you stretched and opened your big blue eyes,
I noticed you weren’t ginger, it was a nice surprise.
David……. You looked like a David,
And from this day forward you would be my Favourite.
Your mom was tired from all the giving birth,
You were 4kgs, I cannot imagine how much it hurt.
About one kg of that weight, was definitely pure poo,
As the nurse found out, showing me how to change you.
When your mom was better we were allowed to take you home
And start the journey into the great unknown.
With symptoms of colic and your nocturnal ways,
You played in the night-time and slept through the days.
You are beautiful, funny and great for a hug,
You make your dad happy and sometimes Glug, Glug.
Talking, crawling, walking, you are doing great,
And what the future holds, I really cannot wait.
You are my son, my world, my best friend, little David,
When you grow a moustache, I will show you how to shave it.
From hours to days, Months to a year, I have loved every minute,
I treasure each and every moment of my life with you in it.

This is Christmas!

Chestnuts on the fire, the Pogues are playing aloud,
The shops are now heaving; I’m weaving through the crowds.
Tinsel, trees and flashing lights brighten up the streets,
Benefits and charities shake their boxes to compete.
Carol singers fill up doorways as Christmas shoppers gather round,
And I buy a secret Santa gift for less than five pounds.

Christmas pudding, Santa hats, presents and mince pies,
Your children wake at 2am to see their big surprise,
Carrots, reindeer, selection boxes, mistletoe, mulled wine
Hope our massive turkey will be ready to eat on time.

It’s Christmas Eve, we need batteries, and the pressure takes its toll,
So I drink a glass of sherry and rob them from the remote control.
Milk and cookies on the table, the Kids in bed by eight,
The excitement nearly kills them, they can hardly wait.
The fat man is on his way, the chimney is clean and clear,
Presents at the ready, be quiet, don’t let them hear..

Christmas pudding, Santa hats, presents and mince pies,
Your children wake at 2am to see their big surprise,
Carrots, reindeer, selection boxes, mistletoe, mulled wine
Hope our massive turkey will be ready for us on time.

The smell of stuffing fills the air; wrapping paper is on the floor,
The fun is just beginning; the relatives are at the door.
The good toys are being played with, the unwanted nowhere to be seen,
Three pm is coming rapidly, to the speech made by the Queen.
‘Thank you, our armed forces; ye have worked so hard this year,
And to all who pay your taxes, I hold you all so dear’.

Christmas pudding, Santa hats, presents and mince pies,
Your children wake at 2am to see their big surprise,
Carrots, reindeer, selection boxes, mistletoe, mulled wine
Hope our massive turkey will be ready for us on time.

Everyone is stuffed and sleeping, Titanic is on again,
St. Stephens’s day is nearing, get ready to catch the wren.
Christmas day is officially over; Santa’s feet are up and rested,
And now I sit reflecting, if it was worth the money I invested.
But don’t be sad it’s finished, this festive time of cheer,
Its back again in 365, Christmas, our favourite time of year…….

Thoughts from a Ceramic Bowl.

Love you are unwanted, an unnecessary feeling,
It’s only the fear of being lonely that makes you so appealing
Sure, it could make me happy if love is embedded in my heart
But if you are unrequited love, you will tear my world apart.
If I have you, I have a flower? A card? What do I gain?
Without you, Im free of worries, no grief, no needless pain.
Don’t come knocking at my door, love, I’ll just turn you away
You are just a made up word, love, from now on I’ll never say…..