C'est La Vie, Mon Ami, C'est La Vie: Poetry and Life
By Beth Horvath
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My poetry is about life.
The funny side and the sad side.
The good times and bad. It is about love and loss.
Man's inhumanity to man.
The human spirit's triumph over adversity.
The characters that make us laugh and the ones that make us cry.
Places in the heart - from the Au
Beth Horvath
Beth Horvath has been a musician for most of her 73 years. In her younger years, she was an actress in amateurdramatics. She now lives a quiet life in a small river town with her lovely Hungarian husband.
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C'est La Vie, Mon Ami, C'est La Vie - Beth Horvath
The Last Shot
They’re playing indoor bowls today
at the Dublin Social Club;
The whiskey’s flowing freely,
there’s lots of lovely grub.
The game is almost over,
two shots left to play;
Some bowlers are quite knackered,
it’s been a tiring day.
Murphy steps up, takes his place,
wipes the sweat from his weathered face;
His days of glory are long past,
but he’ll try his best to the very last.
His bowl’s delivered down the mat;
‘Oh no,’ he groans, ‘dear Lord not that.’
It’s the worst shot ever seen,
very fast and too much green.
‘Never mind,’ his team-mates say,
‘you’ve had some gutsy shots today.’
Last to bowl is Big Maureen,
who thinks she is the bowling queen;
Her Irish eyes aren’t smiling
and she’s looking very mean.
Casey bellows, ‘Come this way!’
She glares at him, ‘No not today.
You’ve done your bit, I’ll do the rest,
for after all, I’m still the best.’
Casey mutters, ‘Bloomin’ pest.’
Her shot must count, it can’t be crook,
poor old Murphy cannot look;
She takes her time, her aim is true,
‘I’ll show you mugs what I can do.’
The bowl runs straight but it’s the shot,
she’s taken out Spud Murphy’s lot;
She’s persevered, ‘Well done, hear, hear.’
Now for a whisky and a chaser of beer.
For sure and begorra it’s been a good day
at the Dublin Social Club;
Where the whisky flows like water,
and they serve the best Irish grub.
Growing Old (Disgracefully)
My kids tell me I’m getting old,
and a bit forgetful too;
I haven’t any grey hairs yet,
well maybe just a few.
I still wear jeans and miniskirts,
and love to rock ‘n roll;
But gee it’s been an eternity,
since a fella’s called me ‘Doll.’
I don’t have any wrinkles,
but I guess one day I will,
So I’ll have to grab the bull by the horns
and take a little pill.
It’s advertised on tele,
a wonder drug they say;
But I’ll need quite a few,
I’m telling you, to keep those lines at bay.
I really don’t feel older;
well not much anyway,
I haven’t lost my marbles,
and my bones are still okay;
They haven’t creaked for at least a week,
or was that yesterday?
I’d love to go on Tinder
and snag a red hot beau;
But when I asked my kids for help
they didn’t want to know.
My children are so mean to me,
but they’ll be sorry, yes siree;
I’ll get revenge, it won’t take long,
soon they’ll be singing a different song.
I’ve joined the local nudist club
and dyed my hair bright green;
The old blokes there adore me,
they treat me like a queen.
I’m a cool recycled teenager,
I tell my kids for fun,
and I smile to myself as they moan and groan,
‘Mum’s been too long in the sun.’
Yesterday I took the plunge,
I got myself a tat:
The kids were shocked,
‘Mum must be mad to pull a stunt like that.’
They carried on like lunatics,
it was just a little rose;
So I shocked them even further,
and got an earring in my nose.
I’m growing old disgracefully
and having lots of fun;
My family can’t keep up with me,
I’ve got them on the run.
But I’ve heard they’ve checked out
nursing homes,
I’ll have to keep my wits,
so I’ve promised to behave myself
and join the Senior Cit’s.
Though the oldies might not want me there,
when I rock up with bright green hair,
groovy tattoos everywhere,
and an earring in my nose.
But they won’t see me for ages,
I’ll make a bucket list instead,
and do all the things that I’ve not done before,
because as I’ve always said,
‘You’ve got to live life to the fullest,
for you’re a long time dead.’
The Talent Show
I’m going on a talent show,
my favourite one at that;
I’ve bought a sparkly dress to wear,
I hope I won’t look fat.
I’ve got a brand new hairdo,
dreadlocks dyed fluorescent blue
to cover up the grey;
For sure I’ll be an instant hit,
when I rock up today.
My old man thinks I’m bonkers,
the family all agree;
They hate my hair but I don’t care,
I’m happy as can be;
Soon I’ll be on tele,
for all the world to see.
It really was quite daunting
on that talent show;
The judges didn’t fancy me,
they told me where to go.
Three of them were not too bad,
the fourth one was quite rude;
He didn’t like my singing,
and thought my jokes were crude.
I got four buzzers, dear oh dear,
but I’ll be back again next year;
I’ll not be beaten just you see,
Mr Cowell you don’t scare me.
My children were embarrassed,
to see me on TV.
But I was not at all upset,
it didn’t bother me.
I’ve found myself