June 22, 2012

 

 

Amongst the conkers from the chestnut tree,

was where young Percy fell to his knee.

Onlookers thought he’d said ‘Marry me’.

But a quest for forgiveness was his plea.

 

 

 

 

 

He’s out of the ark.

He’s having a lark.

He still thinks things are

‘groovy’.

 

He’s at a ‘Rave’ in the park.

He’s lost in the dark.

He still calls a film

a ‘movie’.

 

 

 

May 19, 2012

 

 

The sheep is lying on his back,

Nearly strangled by the fence netting.

And the sight of a horn entangled,

As you know, can be very upsetting!

 

We’ve told him more than once or twice

The serious dangers of trampoling!

But would he listen, would he heck.

He’s now been released and stood up reeling!

 

 

 

 

May 16, 2012

 

 

Oranges and pears

Who really cares?

 

Lemons and peaches

Whoever reaches?

 

Coconuts and mangoes

Who really knows

 

Where in the end

Everyone goes?

 

Who gives a fig

If the world is too big?

 

Give me a raspberry

To blow in the wind.

 

 

 

 

May 15, 2012

 

 

Don’t speak to me now,

I’m deep in thought-

A sort of waking dream!

 

 

Don’t look at me now,

I’m lost in a trance-

Sat by a babbling stream!

 

 

 

May 11, 2012

 

 

For sure, we are living through a drought

With sandbags at the doors all too evident

And ducks sailing down the streets as if in Venice

And the latest hosepipe ban removes any doubt

That we really are living through a drought

 

The bluebell wood a quagmire, they sit huddled together

trying to survive this unplanned drought

As we wade about in wellies through fields that

once grew brussel spouts, in our topsy-turvy

world, where there’s a drought

 

Flotsam and jetsam hurriedly swept along

fast flowing waters as rivers break their banks

Four seasons in one day, leaving not a trace of doubt that

with record April rainfall figures, and brollies selling out

This really is the strangest ever drought

 

 

 

 

May 9, 2012

 

 

I am a non-conformist ewe,

And stand on high moral ground

Enjoying the view.

However, my partner in crime

Can be rather frisky and enjoys

More than a tot of low land whisky!

 

I, being a non conformist ewe

Prefer to admire from afar

My dear rams bottom.

However, my partner in crime

Has a much more open mind,

Taking pride in the length of his stride.

 

I, being a non-conformist ewe

And also an expert de-coder

Can measure the length of a stride.

However, my partner in crime

Who I think I did mention, lives life

In a quite different dimension.

 

 

 

 

 

Fields of endeavour holding

Headstrong billy goats watching

Sheep tupping each other

Wearing waterproof coats.

 

 

May 8, 2012

 

Mindless chatter

Pitter patter

Endless speaking

Yelling shrieking

Just white lies

No surprise

 

May 4, 2012

 

 

 

Manner from heaven

Bread of life

Spread golden butter

With a silver knife

 

Nectar of the Gods

A harvest moon

Spread golden ambrosia

With a silver spoon

 

Fruitful vineyards

The pop of a cork

Spread golden honey

Over suckling pork

 

 

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