August 31, 2012

 

 

Check and double check,

and then just check some more.

The numbers change so rapidly,

as prices seem to soar.

 

 

August 30, 2012

 

 

We learn from animals

the power of the unspoken word.

 

 

 

 

Why is it the intelligentsia have

no knowledge of common sense?

Instead of choosing an open door,

they prefer to head-butt the fence..

 

 

 

 

 

It’s too late to think laterally

when horizontal you lay.

It’s too soon to celebrate the harvest

until you’ve gathered in the hay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In principle, I suppose it has merit,

though it’s a little far off the mark.

To be honest, it’s a load of rubbish.

It’s souless and lacks any spark.

 

 

 

 

During it’s successful working life,

hair reaches to the top of the head,

but later, a cosier setting is sought,

nestling in ears and nostrils instead.

 

 

 

 

 

Her faithful sheepdog, Bongo

loved to carry tins home from the shop.

But as the weight became heavier,

into the bushes, the tin he would drop.

 

To his mistress this went unnoticed,

until at her gate she arrived displeased,

as neighbours said ‘Bongo’s mum is back,

she’s lost another tin of peas’

 

 

August 29, 2012

 

 

It’s the way you pull the udders

that gets the milk flowing free.

We’re fighting for our survival.

Here, pass the bucket to me.

 

Every drop of this is priceless.

‘Dairy farming’ is in our genes.

If this lot all collapses,

we’ll have to grow peas and beans!

 

 

 

 

What happened to those long hot

summer days, when we sat around

making daisy chains and looking for

four leaved clovers, before making

our way back home under the seven

arches, without a cloud in the sky to

dampen our spirits, or the sound of any

motorway to disturb our simple joy?

 

 

 

 

 

He used to say he smiled inwardly,

with his face never moving a muscle.

A more boring man there never was,

than Ernest Arbuckle Russell

 

 

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