July 15, 2013

 

 

When letter winkies

begin to play

high jinkies

And better sinkies

begin to smell

hot drinkies

And setter linkies

begin to spin

real thinkies

Tis the time

to sort those

zetter minkies.

 

 

 

 

 

The monster hat of lunacy

The prickled skullcap of pain

The mortar board of success

The bejewel’d crown of reign

 

 

 

 

Fear blueberries

at your peril

Denounce grapes

and go to hell

Resist the rash

from a strawberry

and in a fruitless

kingdom dwell.

 

 

 

June 27, 2013

 

 

In the olden days they would have said

she was ‘a bit touched, or even ‘tapped’

and blessed with eccentricity.

 

Today she would have been worshipped

and called a genius and given shots

of neon coloured electricity.

 

 

 

 

In the bedrooms were signs of dampness

where the wallpaper had started to peel.

The roof badly needed re-thatching

but the owners ‘would do a deal’.

 

Then glasses clinked loudly together

sounding like a grand masters toast.

The Agent said ‘Don’t be worried’,

‘It’s only the resident ghost!

 

 

 

June 11, 2013

 

 

It isn’t surprising

the dough isn’t rising

as the mixture is

lacking in yeast.

 

It’s so mesmerising

when the dough begins

sizing and one can

anticipate the feast.

 

 

April 28, 2013

 

 

Ever beckoning, ever taunting,

ever constant, but rarely understood.

Showing no respect for work in progress,

it is the sub conscience, arch enemy of good.

 

The harmful interloper, that spreads

through the mind like a plague, yet

sits quietly in the background unnoticed,

a picture of innocence and somewhat vague.

 

It doesn’t go by any set time scale, nor

any deadline date to work back from.

Though almost unseen, it is ever present

and as destructive as the atom bomb.

 

 

 

 

She’s refreshingly unpredictable,

some might say a touch crazy,

but there’s no harm in the lass,

none at all.

 

 

 

April 19, 2013

 

 

The headline news on monday,

filled everyone with dread.

It revealed we’d outlive our children,

because they’ve all been over fed.

 

On Tuesday, they reversed this fact,

saying children would now reach a ton,

which put the smile back on our face,

and another crisis was won.

 

On Wednesday the news was dire again.

‘One in five children would be an alcoholic

by the time they reached fifteen because,

we’ve set them free to frolic?’

 

On Thursday devastation came,

in the form of a bolt from the blue.

They said ‘Don’t save for retirement,

because you’ll all be dead by fifty two’.

 

By Friday we were worried sick,

and banned the ‘switching on’ of the TV.

We decided to withdraw our savings,

and go on a final spending spree.

 

By Saturday, we were almost broke,

not but a cent did we have to our name,

as we’d booked a last fabulous holiday,

for the next day, to escape all the pain.

 

By Sunday, we were  set to go,

‘sodding them all’ and doing what we like,

until, on the radio, we heard the news,

that airport workers had all gone on strike!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 29, 2013

 

 

Mendotta met up with her sister, Estollina,

who was waiting in the Arrivals Hall.

They were then joined by brother, Brubellgot, 

who had a ‘stop over’ before flying to Montreal.

 

Estollina was staying in Uruguay with husband

Arthrumdan, a civil engineer of renown.

He had a year long assignment, to construct

a bridge in Montevideo town.

 

It was rare for the three siblings to be together,

so time was precious- every minute did count.

And Estollina had noticed a guy in a wheelchair,

who was hanging around and freaking her out.

 

‘Let’s quickly move to the car I have waiting’

Estollina said, urging them towards the lift door.

‘That guy in the chair seemed besotted with you’

she said to Mendotta, when on the ground floor.

 

Mendotta was stunned at her sister’s comments, 

and thinking how perceptive she had been, said

‘Its odd you should say that dearest Estollina, as

onboard he looked like he didn’t want to be seen’

 

‘He spent most of the flight under a blanket, only

ever showing his eyes to the cabin crew and me,

and yet I had the strangest feeling I knew him, 

and thought it weird, he never went for a wee’.

 

‘He kept that same hat on throughout the flight,

that’s how I knew who you meant, now it’s clear.

‘I didn’t realise he needed medical assistance’……

Brubellgot cut in with  ‘God, I need a cold beer!’

 

His sisters, only back together five minutes,

had already become agents for the CIA.

And with Arthrumdan still to meet up with –

this was going to be one hell of a very long day.

 

 

« Older Posts — Newer Posts »