Blues

My blues aint the tune u might all use,

Coz it's a hangman's noose, that's always loose.

So I slip into my bright blue swede shoes,

The glow seeps thru my skin, like blood thin juice.

I still have that feel of those new bought treds,

When my skin had each brand new blue thread.

It faded through time, like childhood dread,

But still makes me feel warm, like a new sprung bed.

But I aged like the sneaks on my feet,

Without forgetting that aged old sweat beat.

I kept kicking on, like a worn out sheet,

And I smile to every cat, I randomly meet.

It reminds me of my childhood trips,

Standing on the rocks, staring at the ships.

Every crisis has been just another blip,

As I kept rising 2 the top, after every dip.

So 2 me the blues are just the ones n twos,

Flashing behind me, on a nightly peruse.

I put it to the back of my mind, like ancient news,

N let my rhymes tell the clues, 2 my life's unsung blues.

© 2026 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid 

Smell...

This Skr3w is new, and I dunno wat 2 do,

Bashed ten blues, but my minds still on u.

Tried 2 get up but my duvets stuck like glue,

Lying here cashless thinking who to sue.

Ur just a lovely brunette and I want 2 smell ur hair,

Give me 5 mins, I don't give a toss wat u wear.

Don't wanna get close, n I'm always aware,

That peeps think a bloke like me, cud never ever care.

I don't hav the words to spit to u online,

N u'd prob be miffed if u ever heard this rhyme.

Can't write love songs, they wudn't hv that chime,

And I run 2 much to even have the time.

I jus like that smile when u don't even know,

Flick of that brown, putting on a show.

Your the sort of girl that I'd really like to know,

But the chance of the bet is I'd prob let it blow.

So I sit here alone n just twiddle wiv my phone,

Hoping every min that u'd catch the dog n bone.

Coz the truth of the matter is I'll prob end up alone,

N that Facefuck profile I stare at, is prob just a clone.

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Blue...

Blue is the colour of my shoe,

From treds to felt, my fav colours blue.

I never ever, never knew what to do,

Enter sports shop, find shoes, jump queue.

Coz blue is the colour of my team,

30 years gone, and not a title seen.

Southall and Sheedy were the cream,

Curl a 30-yard shot, and rattle goal beam.

But blue is the color of my sun,

Until a runny nose n the sweats no fun.

Pop a few sweeties under tongue,

1000 milligram, it's a daily re-run.

Coz blue is the colour of my loo,

I don't shit funny, but my disinfectants blue.

N I always wipe the seat, a tissue or few,

Not worth sitting wet, trying to hav a poo.

But blue is the colour of the few,

There 2 protect the rich n always there to abuse a few.

Corruptible heroes, shirted in blue,

Rock hard action men but always come in 2s.

And blue is the colour of this Skrew,

I made the name up, only I do the Skrew.

A skrew blue poem, words still true,

My blue screwed up hand, is testimony to this Skrew.

© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid