Mid-Summer Writing, by Alan Ewing (2026)

Mid-Summer Writing

by Alan Ewing

SOLSTICE

A Midsummer's Love once came to me,
Then I knew her not
She felt like a breeze in the sunshine
That was her lot

I waited for the longest day to tell me,
How to win her back
Sad to say that it was all over for sure
Oh what did I lack?

I searched the earth for my summer love,
I wrestled with my heart
I got down on my knees and prayed to God
For her to play her part

I went from sunrise to sunset in my search,
For that lovely woman
I cried into a bumble bee's heart
For that beautiful loving

I'll wait until Winter Solstice and cry out loud,
I shall have no pride
I shall scream out on the shortest day
Maybe she'll be mine

Lost Star

So another new PM (Prime Minister)

What about about AM (anti-Minister)

All to do with BREXIT

A much lamented exit

We miss our European friends

Always ours till the end

Always preferred straight bananas

As I ate them in my pyjamas

Just a love of European culture

Because USA has become a vulture

No longer our friend done insane

As she betrays Ukraine

So let's have another glass of wine

And get rid of Farage's whine

Put division to bed

Let it be dead

So, another European Red

Better than BREXIT beer dread

Oh what a huge mistake

Let's have another take!

 

An Ode to Marilyn Monroe

100 years my dear
Star still so bright
Number 1 blonde
No fear
Of any other one

Your comedic ways
Oh for the age
A true woman
A feminine sage
Just Number 1

Always my gerl
In your humour
Always alone
Could never atone
For husbands

Oh my Marilyn
My lonely girl
I would give you
The world
To come live
With me

Marilyn World
All that it gave
Truly I knew
Your Love
As an old sage
I truly gave
All you meant to me

Division In The UK, 

a lyric blog by Alan Ewing

Division In The UK

Oh my Lord

Can it be?

Such hatred

On the streets

As we see

A nation divided

Some try to

Hide it

When it is

Plain to see

Exploitative evil

Channels minds

Into violence

Carnage, hatred

Lowest denominator

Channel the sword

Take on armour

Needs as must

Challenge this way

Of a nightmare

Give us daily love

As we see minds

Fooled into discontent

Help us not to hold

Our minds for rent

 Kitchen Sink

 by Alan Ewing

It was said

Everything bar the kitchen sink

I don't want it

Because it is blocked up

 Has been said
Don't forget the hoover
I will
It does not pick up anymore

So is said
Remember the ironing board
I shall
It is too full of steam

Has been said
Remember your books
I might
They've all been read

As for myself
I may just forget it all
As I await
The page to turn

An Old Friend

An Old Friend

An old friend dropped in
Oh he always wanted to win
Never quite could in his game
Now I see he’s still the same

Do people change I ask you now?
Can a leopard change spots – how?
We look for traits that may have gone
All in disguise – so much a con

The ones who always let us down
Always point scoring for a crown
Take the knife behind your back
It is common empathy that they lack

So say hello and goodbye again
Trust long ago gone in the main
You see as they are now arriving
It is you they are undermining

People may not change much
Though times sure do have ways
To turn someone you once knew
Into a figment of the past, so true

An old friend in life
Or perhaps it wasn’t so?
Perhaps always an enemy
Who tried to play me

Dear Marilyn ...

Dear Marilyn,
I forgot to say
Adoration
All astray

Caught in celebrity
Oh what a day
When I forget
To say

I love you, I love you
Now it's been said
Some things forgotten
Through the day
Though never your way

Through it all
I always call you hun
Feel your caresses
When day is done

Dear Marilyn,
All my dreams true
When I adore you
In eternity

My Lost Phone

My lost phone
Turned up again
Oh it was seen
By the washing
machine

By kitchen table
Leg
Looking like
An old lost
Peg

Replacement
Affronted
Relegated
To drawer
For sure

Not very
Happy
On
sub-bench
A wrench

Make my calls
Like old again
My number
The
Same

Path

Path

Should I walk the path alone?
I would have a quiet tone
No responsibilities
Just myself

Maybe I'll be awake at night
Oh, fancy, my own little flight
Just me
Alone

Hey! Should I now talk to God
And hear about the grand plan
A friend
In the end

For Jesus is one and all to me
Always my friend can't you see
I am
Never alone

So please look around and see
People so alone just like me
Together
We shall be

Status Rhyme

Imagine if we wrote in rhyme
Social media status each time
What great fun that would be
To say I'm having a cup of tea

I might be having a bit of cake
Out over the door for I am late
They make awful tea at my works
Save on teabags using them twice

So politics is it or just creative fun
A blocked sink and dishes not done
We thus make our bed and lie in it
Hoping next update will be a hit

Did I forget to tell you about Aunty
She quit Mars Bars; went to Bounty
Loves her little lovely chocolate dip
Always on her little yummy sugar trip

It's been said that it is the little things
Matter because of the joy they bring
I can honestly say that, that is true
For where would I be, without
A Cup Of Tea

Church On Sunday

Make sure to wear your best watch on Sunday
Night before less vodka, more orange squash
Like The Simpsons you make this a fun day
Is it just keeping score for another prize notch

Greet the church wardens who get on your nerves
All through the week they've been on your case
Sometimes you wonder who it is that really serves
You run and hide as Vicar gives you the a chase

The person who can't stand you as you take Grace
Jealousy and scandal abound within the vestry
Such things should never take hold in this place
Here comes Head of Choir dishing out pastry

You gather your thoughts after a human gathering
You have forgiven all as you belong to the family
Something bigger than you has started to work
And from this mission there is no time to shirk

For it is true that God works in mysterious ways
Did you know that Sabbath is Her/His play day
Wants you all to have fun and celebrate in truth
Eternal Life, because it was created just for you

Lovely Sunday

Lovely Sunday, where did you go
What happened to day of rest so
No washing on the line for sure
It's like Monday every day for sure

Everything is about money now
All that we worship the sacred cow
Oh my Sunday where did you go
Memories of you I can't let go

Such a special day oh so different
You always were just so significant
I long for my Sundays oh so great
For the Sunday roast I cannot wait

I want to have that day of total rest
Because I know that this is the best
I want to know you again for sure
I really want to knock on your door

Sunday, Sunday oh where art thou
I want you back in my arms right now
For Sunday for sure is the very best
After all it is our God's day of rest

Blocked Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink got unblocked
I was in a state of shock
Lots of Saturday/Sunday drama
I was in my pyjamas

The washing machine could flow
Press the switch to go
Bathroom no longer has to borrow
Doing dishes in sorrow

The plumber takes thanks off he goes
To where no one knows
I'm just glad to have my sink back
So off beaten track

Happy to have my kitchen restored
Little things mean more
Off she goes now to do her chores
Kitchen sink never bored

So now I tell you to take care in tread
With bowl upon your bed
Kitchen sink rules as she now reigns
Never want her blocked up again

Who?

Excuse me, do I know you?
In the faintest kind of way
You will never be beside
So now I can cry

Little Mollie come back to me
Oh, wow what a great fantasy
All my life dreams come true
I feel so blue

Three thousand miles is a drag
You know that it is such a gag
Joke being that as life plays out
I don't have a shout

So it must as such exist online
Hardly Heaven, I am so fine
I'd like some kind of reality
Well, that's just me

And so it goes on as I send
Love to my forever friend
Will it always be online?
Offline, I'm fine

GAGS

I nearly checked in to a psychiatric unit, though was too mad to do it!

Gives a new meaning to a straight jacket when your wardrobe contains suits too tight!

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