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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.
December 31, 2012
There’s a ghost in the bedroom,
who moves about at half past seven.
He’s even been known to creep around,
as late as ten to eleven.
The reason I say ‘he’, is because
my man insists on calling him Fred.
But I am more inclined to think,
the ghost a ‘she’ instead.
The footsteps often vary as
he goes on different walks,
sending shivers down our spine,
and eyes wide open, out on stalks.
We think the ghost quite harmless,
and feel protected by it’s care,
But in truth, I think we both feel,
that we wish, it wasn’t there!
December 21, 2012
I was coping very well with early Advent,
until, at dusk, I went outside to add some
festive plants to the window box, and heard
the hauntingly melodic tones of ‘Silent Night’
coming from the nearby chapel, and I was gone!
Memories of you came flooding back, and the
agony of losing you, lives on!
December 15, 2012
I wonder if she made it through,
that child of mine, that in me grew.
I wonder if she ever knew,
a better life, with skies of blue.
December 3, 2012
After the matriarchs have all died off,
and the rebellion we felt disappears,
all too late, their guiding hands we miss,
as past attitudes leave us in tears.
November 28, 2012
She only gave me a massage dear!
My bones were in need of a rub.
It’s included in the ‘1st Class’ service,
but I didn’t join the ‘mile high’ club.
Whilst fiddling with his twiddly bits,
he came across a lump.
He asked his wife to have a feel, and
when she did, it made him jump.
‘Best get it checked out right away’
she urged with great concern, ‘as Uncle
Barney died of that, so hard lessons
we must learn’.
I’m truly listening, even though I’m
not looking at you, so please carry
on with your story. I’ve probably heard
it before, or at least a hundred versions
of it, but please, do continue, you have
my undivided attention, honestly.
November 27, 2012
Never knock the marriage that has
worked for them, for in sitting silently
they’ve discovered harmony and pride,
and are on course for the long term ride.
November 23, 2012
In a moment of rashness,
she touched a nerve,
and landed a cruel blow,
he didn’t deserve.