Gargoyle the Pug

Gargoyle the Pug
Sat on a rug
With a truncated face
He's up for a chase
There on the rug
Sits Gargoyle the Pug

Stanley the Setter
Thinks he is better
Than Gargoyle the Pug
Sat on the rug

"My coat is sleeker
My manners meeker
Than Gargoyle the Pug
He looks like a thug"

You have your views
But I get to choose
And I am deciding
That I will be siding
With Gargoyle the Pug
He needs a hug

So if you're a Setter
A glossy go-getter
Don't diss the Pug
Sat on the rug

Social Hypocondria

You don't seem too well to me
I think I'd better let you be
You sneezed half an hour ago
I think you'd better go

You can't grasp what I explain
Must be an illness of the brain
A victim of insanity
Keep yourself away from me

Please don't think I'm being mean
But you belong in quarantine
Like many of the folk I've met
You're ill, it seems the safest bet

Please don't think I'm being rude
I did not choose my solitude
It's ironic that my health
Means I must live all by myself

Approaching Bedtime

I was born at 6am
With a whole bright day ahead
I know that when the evening comes
You will find me dead

The hour hand has climbed to 12
Now its after noon
It gathers speed on its way down
It will be 6 again quite soon

Will I last 'till 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 or 10
All I know is - What goes up
Is faster coming down again

So here I am at 3pm
And I wonder what's in store
Once the mainspring has gone slack
Who will wind the clock once more?