The Treaty

In a backroom the deal was cut

And the opposing sides shook hands.

Finally cracked, was this tough nut,

And they settled on the demands.

Hope at last, there was a glimmer,

A fine photo-op with the press;

But already tensions simmer,

Which, I’ll admit, caused some distress.

And as they signed with a gold pen,

Were ancient hatreds put to rest?

These great leaders of lesser men,

Such visionaries, unlike the rest.

Former enemies, now allies,

With co-operation to share;

A solution in compromise,

This new beginning, sitting there.

But tenuous, you could see

And I sensed failure there and then.

I knew this peace would not long be,

When one guy pocketed the pen.

Bored Beyond Belief

“Really, really, you don’t say.

Marvellous darling,” I was fawning.

The waiter brought another tray,

While inside I was yawning.

Bored I was beyond belief,

Turning a whiter shade of pale;

Man, I needed some relief,

The conversation was really stale.

And though she was a lady -

But boring beyond belief;

Until leaving for the coast maybe,

I stole into the night like a thief.

Gone as she called out for more,

In the dark down the trail,

So many drinks like memories to pour,

I missed the end of her tale.