January 21, 2013

 

 

She was seven years old before she saw one,

as she had no brothers to make her aware.

So the day she first bathed with her cousins,

made her wish that she hadn’t been there.

 

To her horror she saw they had dangly bits,

and decided that God hadn’t finished them off.

Her cousins too were embarrassed, and cupping

their hands, both started to cough.

 

For many years she kept the family secret,

as she felt kind of privileged to know,  and

also out of a sense of loyalty, their cover

she never would blow.

 

But night after night, in bed she lay wondering,

why her Auntie hadn’t had the bits removed,

so her cousins could have been neatly sewn up,

to make their appearance, so much improved!

 

 

 

 

 

Can we make a rule that

when one of us is speaking,

the other one must belt up.

 

For neither of us can get a

word in edgeways, when we

each other, try to interrupt.

 

 

 

January 20, 2013

 

 

The days spent down the Lodge with Dad,

were the best I ever knew.

We’d sit for hours with our fishing rods,

eating ham butties followed by a brew.

 

We never bothered about the weather,

and some days it was as cold as could be.

If it was wet we’d sit under a big umbrella,

together, my Dad and me.

 

I never wanted those days to end.

Sometimes we never got a single catch,

then we’d trudge back home, frozen and damp.

I can still hear the sound of the back door latch.

 

Then we’d stand with our backs to the fireplace,

just drying out, my Dad and me, whilst

taking in the aroma of stew and dumplings,

as Mum passed us both a big mug of tea.

 

 

 

 

Her sensitivity drove him potty, as she

would insist on reading into everything,

things that he could never see were there.

But quite often her prophecies came to pass,

and at her, in amazement, he’d stare.

 

 

 

 

Remove those fingers from your mouth,

and stop being a nervous ninny.

Wipe those tears from under your eyes,

and come here and lean on my pinny.

 

 

 

 

Just imagine if tomorrow, you wake up dead,

with the vultures from hell surrounding your bed.

Your Will not yet written and your affairs untied,

presuming it would be decades before you died.

What if all you cherish, and lovingly hold dear,

finishes up at the Tip, without a single tear.

What if that diamond necklace, is never found –

heaven forbid, and the children, never satisfied,

on friendship, put the lid?

What if the tax collector claims your cash and

house to sell, because of a t you failed to cross,

and probably an i didn’t dot as well?

I urge you to do a Will, even though you might

make ninety seven, so at least you will have

peace of mind, if you die tonight at half eleven.

 

 

 

January 11, 2013

 

 

Don’t sit there looking all superior,

and lost in your newly found zone.

Your parents have come to visit,

and enjoy an hour with you alone.

 

They are thrilled you’ve made it to Uni

– a life that they never knew.

The last thing they deserve is,

a crappy attitude from you!

 

It’s time to just ‘get over yourself’,

and give ‘window glancing’ a miss,

and cease shrugging shoulders in boredom,

thinking, ‘if only my butt, they would kiss’!

 

 

 

 

 

January 9, 2013

 

 

They were all nice-

well children are,

but he was special,

some, say my favourite?

Why?

I don’t know really.

I suspect because

he was like me,

and he liked me.

We clicked,

we were of the same mind.

Did I spoil him?

I’d say no,

but some would dispute that.

I always tried to be fair,

But how strange,

that all the others

remained living nearby,

and he finished up

in a far off land!

 

 

 

January 7, 2013

 

 

He’s blessed with morning glory.

Out of the blue, up percy pops.

But when he turns to face her,

very soon, his ardour drops.

 

 

January 4, 2013

 

 

There are some who are greedy,

and some who are mean.

Some who are lazy,

and some in between.

 

There are some who are selfish,

and some who raise hell.

Some who are jealous,

and some who won’t gel.

 

There are some who are clever,

and some who are thick.

Some who are soft,

and some who are slick.

 

There are some who stay local,

and some who do travel.

How hard family life is,

when feelings unravel.

 

 

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