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Jim you have a magic way of writing about this Covid thing and how it has shaken the world. 2019 none of us could have imagined how the world was going to be hit in 2020 and 2021. Your a brilliant powerful songwriter.     

Cheers Keep It Real and thank you I enjoyed that.

I am not that  sure if I wrote a book.

It would get a look.

Be read by one  or no one.

Maybe when the sun it  disappears on winters  night.

People could use said books to keep the  fire alight.

Friends of Robin Hood the good people of Sherwood

Could use it instead of wood.

The heat from said fire.

Could be used to heat up Maid Marion’s  Fryer.

Down at the Tuck Inn.

When there people could  try her delicious fare, Rabbit and Hare

And a duck dish called Friar Tuck.

Opps.  I should have said  Fryer Duck.

I don’t want as a result of my slip of the tongue.

The Sheriff of Nottingham chasing me.

Whilst  enjoying ones self at the Tuck Inn

if one has an urgent need a call of nature.

Don’t worry there is nice clean little  potty.

Her little john.

In a room out the back.     

Thank you Phill I really enjoyed the way you wrote that with good humour this has been really entertaining for me yours and Mojos clever feedback.. In the spirit of joining in this and  having some more fun with words, Phill  I will have another go at this as a word play on your four last words, " a shoot of grass" as my second sentence starting point and see where it takes me. I will take on the persona  of a character who doesn't want to use a word that rhymes with grass.

As I sat on our cut grass.

A shoot of grass.

Shot up into my bus pass pocket.

Not the part that sits on the grass.

And that a be.

Not that part of my anatomy,

Some say is pronounced with an ah and ends with a is.

For now that a be.

All from me.

Today I have had my hours in the garden.

Time for me to head inside.

Take of my dirty jeans.

Nothing obscene.

Just time with my queen.

Who loves my green beans.

My long-suffering missus.

Drinking lemonade and lime.

We are taking our time.

Happily, me and my cheese and kisses.

Talk about Beirut.

While eating our hot beetroot.

Plus, some fruit.

Time to get changed into my whistle and toot.

It could be a hoot.

As the rubbery dub beckons. (Pub)

With the help of natural gas from my baked beans.

The air force the beer.

Out of my glass.

I sat down and talked about my past.

The barmaid with a wink and a smile makes a pass.

That makes me almost fall down.

On my glass.

Some people suggest to me In jest not glass the backside word should be used.

Not for me that replacement word for that part of my anatomy.

To be or not to be no say I to a pub Shakespeare that word that rhymes with pass is not to be used by me..

Not for you drunken bum shaking your pool spear at me will I mention that part of my anatomy.

If this was old England a place with different cues.

They would banish you pointing with raised finger to a far queue.

After a challenge to my honour and one game of pool.

With a quick turn of phrase my unsaid part rises of bar stool. 

That was enough for me.

The bar room scribe in me and my anatomy.

Maybe we should have talked about astronomy.

With certainty and dignity.

Time to leave the Pear & Fig.

Head back to my digs.       (Digs my home my accommodation)

My home with no Gnomes in the garden.

My happy crash pad.

With nothing sad not even a cold shoulder or hot tongue abusing me.

Just for lucky me a hot meal cooked with love, Italian parsley, rosemary and fresh garden thyme.

Can’t find anything else that might rhyme.

I’ve run out of time.

To add more lines. 

To the other’s with poetry on chordie. I doth my hat to you in praise.

With all my twist and strange turns of phrase.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you want me to burn and put my body in an urn.

Die on stage and leave this page.                               

( Digs is a slightly old fashioned term, for student accommodation or military use of civilian lodgings which are traditionally known as "digs".  Actors and musos on tour would also use the term "digs" if staying at a cheap hotel or bed & breakfast house. Here in NZ some nowadays use it as a name for their home my digs )

Mojo that is brilliant made me laugh  your real good.
To bee or not to be a honey bee circling my tea under the shade of an old oak tree. 
With Shakespeare in hand.
I heard the owner of the proper tea.
Yelling at me. 
That is no place to have a pea.
Leave my  old oak tree.
Get of my property.
With the words of Shakespeare ring in my ears.
To bee or not to be.
Or was it.
To pea or not to pee.
I heard  Paul Mack Cart A Knee voice,
singing let it bee
or was it  let it pee.

Jim and Phill  thank you for taking time to check out my video. I appreciate your feedback and kind words. The cloud shots were taken over a period of fifteen minutes with my phone from the veranda at home of the same spot on the ridge of Mount Kau kau using  different lens magnification..  I think the images were most probably the best part of the video. The poem story side doesn't necessary fit what would be a standard modern rhyming way of poetry. The song is something I might work on at a future date  as a song for young kids.     

Good one Beamer and reading what both you and Jim written above got me thinking of this piece of Shakespeare writing below.  To me Shakespeare is saying   a healthy  irreverence to death is not  a profane attack on a dead soul. It  is a celebration of a life well lived and going out bold.

We should profane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

Jim, this is the first time I have heard seen John Prine  do that song  very clever on lots of levels. That was very entertaining. We wouldn't see that today a recording  artist appearing on stage with a cigarette. Remember old Dean Martin lighting up one cigarette after another on his TV show. Back to your song very clever and having watched the video I now can get the 23 skidoo reference. Does the word skidoo have another meaning or is that a place name????? Though I I see it is written without a Capital S. Just looked it up on the interweb and it says it is an American slang word meaning forced to leave. So I guess in a sentence it would be used  like this, "I was made to skidoo after getting behind in my rent".

Good one  Grah  about thirty minutes back  I was  dropped of at home after listening to Lou  Reed Transformer album being played through  the car sound system by my friend who is also a Jerry Garcia  fan. That helped me get two of them maybe??.Though I have a person sitting next to me saying Garcias Glasses is a reference  for something else. Some clever song references in there some I got some others I wiIl have to think about. I like your song and the thinking challenge behind it.

Neo, thank you for dropping in great to hear from you. It good to see you are now doing live performance I watched your recent one at the Merriwa Acoustic club on youtube.  That link you provide on your post here is very interesting. I hope what it was saying about social media dividing, compartmentalizing society doesn’t become an out-of-control monster. As the article stated social media becoming the opposite anti-social media. I find it very sad that young people here in NZ are becoming increasingly addicted to their smart mobile devices. They interact with their smartphones more than each other when out together. I guess in ten years people will be experiencing social media through virtual reality, such as augmented reality glasses. The lines between real life and social media will blur. And within that experience, we’ll be more inundated than ever with advertising-related intrusions. It can’t be good for people's mental health.

Phill, not only do I consider you a good friend the way you also share your magic talents and time with folk like me on chordie is very respected and an inspirational.   You are a  shinning light not only to me but also  the many others on here. I am not into many web sites I do have a facebook account which is there mainly for my young contacts but its not a regular thing with me though I did use it a lot when NZ was in lockdown for a while.

Beamer, I am sorry to hear we have lost Amy from chordie.  Like you I have tried to get people onto chordie but it hasn’t been for them. Interestingly when Easybeat introduced me to chordie about six years ago I initially thought this won't work for me. After a real short while I discovered a cool community of people that keeps me coming back. Full credit to Easybeat as he got me putting stuff on SoundCloud and YouTube. I actually only started fiddling around with music again after a break of thirty plus years when Eb brought me a guitar about six years back. Though I had played my Maree’s piano and sung badly sometimes for my family at functions. I am not trained in music so music theory is something that tends fly over my head. Thank you Eb and chordie for getting my creative music juices going. I got another couple of mates who push me along with music but so far, I haven’t been able to get them onto chordie.

Dirty Ed, your posts have always been interesting and of great value to me. You have a excellent way of getting me to think about music in different ways which I appreciate. It would be good if the younger generation could rediscover this style of communication.

It is a beautiful sunny Autumn Wednesday morning here time to head out into nature and the community I live in. I have enjoyed everyone's posts.