Small Change

I’ve counted it thrice

And checked for mice

Gnawing their way

Through my job security

I’ve asked him to make sure

His intentions were pure

Not untrusted and dirty

He agreed; thirty

I’ve accused them all

Made them feel small

Like an ant or a coin

Considered kicking his groin

I’ve caught him in the till

Seeking his thrill

Watched his cheeks glower

As I basked in my power.

Little Ginge x


A Teacher’s Truth

Teach they said

It’ll be fun

Little did they know

How difficult it could be

To cram all this stuff

Into tiny little heads;

Well I’ve toiled and I’ve toiled

Till they’ve made my blood boil

But I think some of them are finally getting it

And it’s starting to stick

That a sentence needs a full stop

And a decimal needs a dot

History happened a long time ago

And mindfulness is about breathing slow

Science began with a big bang

And music is more than a simple twang

English gives them a voice

And actions always have a choice

But seeing my class succeed and smile

Makes all the stress extremely worthwhile.


Little Ginge x

Christian Grey Holds No Sway

I don’t want butterflies, I want calm

To crest still waters in a rowing boat

Gently toing back and froing back to shores

The oars tucked safely in the hull

I don’t want theatrics, I want a Sunday night routine

Hot chocolate and a tame film

Packed lunches nestling neatly in the fridge

Alarms set for the Monday doom ahead

I don’t want an action man, I want you

A man who threatens to use his fists but politely nods instead

Who needs two pairs of socks come November snows

Who doesn’t feel belittled when I’m not opening my legs.


Little Ginge x

A Sitting Duck

Arrogance personified

No surprises his colour was orange

Loud, proud and a warning signal

The forked tongue another

Nobody saw the pointed tail,

tucked down the seat of his pants

Nor the curved horns underneath

a crop of candyfloss hair

But only those who would listen

could hear his rallying cry,

‘Send your sons and daughters to slaughter,

for my ego has forged a battlefield,

and the words I spoke with my sword,

created a hole your sacrifice will fix’

His minions rejoiced perched up high,

on an imaginary wall built from deceit,

brick by brick, lie by lie,

crumbling from the inside.

Little Ginge x


This is a record of my life

And sadly, every word is for you

Yet you’re not mine

Just as the song suggests

You were too much of a good thing

A dessert for every moment

I’ve always had a sweet tooth

And carried a few extra pounds

In this case it was you

So I brought you along for the ride

I dragged you along

Adding bits to you along the way

Like a bag of candy to the counter

Only to be told I couldn’t pay the price

But I wouldn’t pick bits to be tossed

I wanted the whole bag

So they snatched you away

And put you back piece by piece

You’re the pudding I never got

A taste I can only dream of

The sweet taste of candy

Melting on my tongue.

Little Ginge x


He pushes every button

Except the ones he should

Making every conceivable mistake

In a quest to win her heart

It is not the way, faulty prince

He winds her up like a clock

But in the opposite direction

The countdown to fury begins

It is an explosion he is after

Of a very different sort

He dances across her nerves

As skilfully as a performer

Unaware of the trip wire lurking

With expectations to win her trust

By pressing the detonator.

Little Ginge x

The Thief

He knew he was a thief

He’d filched all his life

Taken all that wasn’t his

and led a life of deceit

Sweets from the pick and mix

Leaves from the reach of his pushchair

Toys he felt he needed and

ones he really didn’t

Collectibles that were duplicates

Petty cash from family members

Even one or two virginities

poached with a chastened kiss

and jobs just for a laugh

But he’d really gone and done it this time

He had stolen her heart

and that was something you couldn’t return

No matter how hard you try.

Little Ginge x


He died from natural causes

For taking one too many pauses

He sat a while and thought

Like a fly in a web; caught

Had he lived his whole life wrong?

Never occurred to him to bring someone along

There was a girl that he benched

And he left her heart wrenched

Then he just keeled over

Dying in a patch of clover.

Little Ginge x

Little Bird

Little bird flew away

to return another day

Soaring towards the light

never did she say goodnight

Little bird sang a song

and gathered quite a throng

A melody with notes so pure

it left listeners most unsure

Little bird came back

now with feathers jet black

Turned out distance was the answer

but they were no longer taking chances.

Little Ginge x