Hi!!I am pleased to announce that the new book of poems:
RHYMES BEARS STEAL PIES FOR...
is now at the final stage of editing. I have finished all my work on it and it is currently being proof read by the ever brilliant Neph and my good friend Tom Crittenden, who is also proof-reading my new spoof soap opera: DUSTY ACRES.
RHYMES BEARS STEAL PIES FOR should be available by the first week of June at the latest - but I'll post more about that next week and include a screen grab of the cover.
Firstly though; the stats - it's 150 pages long - including over 100 photos (colour in some versions of the book and black and white in others) and there are 50 new compositions. As with POEMS TO MAKE BEARS GROWL there will be three versions available; a black and white budget paperback, a colour paperback and a colour hardback.
Following this release and not counting the forthcoming SHY YETI YEARBOOK 2006 and then next Mouse of Commons book: THE BEARGRRRIAN DILEMMA, there is also another book of poetry due out in 2007. This is provisionally entitled SINGLES FILE - 5 YEARS OF THE BLOG and is a collection of all the poems that I've chosen for this blogsite over the last 5 years. There will also be a few new poems, including one that I'm performing at my friend Julie Fowler's wedding on July 13th.
Anyway - more news about that when it happens...
I'm including one of the new poems for your interest!! :) It's a called WE DON'T DANCE TO LOVE SONGS and I'll let it speak for itself.
Oh, and before I go - the bear at the top of the page is a 70 year old friend of mine known as Tubby, who lives with my friend Pam Goodman and who appears in the Mouse of Commons novel I'm currently working on.
Anyway - enough for now!!
Take care!!!
Paul xx
WE DON’T DANCE TO LOVE SONGS
We don't dance to love songs -
Don't ask us to sway...
To romantic swooned verses -
Your band chose to play!
No, we plug up our ears -
To such way soppy dross...
We shall kick off our boots now -
And show you who's boss!
No, we don't dance to ballads -
For the beat's just too weak...
All the words are so dreary -
And send us to sleep...
Can't convince us to Waltz...
No, we see through your ruse...
No, we won't Bossanova...
Even flaked out on booze!
Oh, we shan't dance to blues tunes -
Don't ask us to groove!
We have more self-respect -
And have nothing to prove!
Should the DJ play love songs...
All us dancers go tense!
We're not keen to look stupid -
We were born with more sense...
No - we won't dance to jungle...
It's just not to our taste...
We will not go “Pull Shapes” -
If they're going to waste...
We've a standard to maintain -
Got to keep our heads high...
No we won't dance to love songs...
You shouldn't have to ask why?
No, we don't dance to ballads -
Nor to songs sickly sweet...
No, we don't dance to love songs -
But quickly retreat!
No we don't let our ears hear -
Their brain rotting tunes!
We like them as much as -
Small children like prunes.
There is no kind of love song -
That can get us to bop!
That can get us to dance...
That can put us on top!!
Do not give me a headache...
Do not take me to task...
'Cos we don't dance to love songs -
So quite simply, don't ask!
