May 4, 2012

 

 

Yesterday a large mushroom

Appeared on their chair

It looked all forlorn

Just sitting there.

 

It was delivered by their neighbour,

A funghi to know.

He knows the difference between toadstools

And other things that grow.

 

It’s many a year since

These presents first appeared

They were younger then

Alarmed and somewhat feared!

 

 They knew he picked them for his wife

A pretty lady with much class,

He fried them up with bacon

To give to his bonny lass.

 

 So they watched and waited

And kept the mushrooms for a day.

Then peeped over the fence

To make sure the folks were OK.

 

They must have had their mushrooms

At breakfast, they knew.

And they still appeared cheerful

As good neighbours do.

 

 So with their worries over

They felt it was fine

To fry them with garlic,

Olive oil and red wine.

 

This season has been plentiful

With mushrooms by the score

One mushroom in particular

Was bigger than their door

 

So it is with many thanks

They say ‘Please bring them when you can’

Now their caring, generous neighbour

Is known as ‘The Mushroom Man’

 

 

 

There’s no point in being moralistic

And it’s too late to now back track

The problem’s here and we must deal with it

No use having a heart attack!

 

 

 

 

 

She wears so much bling

It must weigh a ton.

I think they are gifts

From her famous son.

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

A lovely lady with so much grace,

A smile for everyone upon her face!

 

A heart of gold and always cheery,

She did her best not to be weary.

 

A sense of humour that helped her through

The loss of her man, whom she loved so true.

 

Such brilliant children who did their best

To help her survive life’s toughest test.

 

A united family, seldom seen these days,

Of unity and love and caring ways.

 

A special person, no longer here,

And for whom we all will shed a tear.

 

A life not wasted for she left behind

Memories of a special and tender kind.

 

Take strength, your Dad has paved the way,

To welcome his loved one home today.

 

 

 

 

Don’t let all the people know

your every waking plan.

Keep a little inside,

whenever you possibly can

 

 

It’s one thing being honest,

but don’t give the game away.

Being an open book,

doesn’t always pay.

 

 

Best to keep a bit inside,

and have something in reserve.

Or others will steal from under your nose.

Some people do have a nerve!

 

 

 

 

May 3, 2012

 

 

Over the gallops, romping away

Young and carefree, no one to betray

 

Approaching the hurdles, landing with ease

Not needing the whip for a little tease

 

Over the moon, jumping for joy

Captured the love of a special boy

 

 

 

 

 

It’s all to do with confidence

And how we stand up on our own.

It’s all to do with fitting in.

Not many can go it alone ! 

 

 

 

 

 

Human fields of endeavour

Stretching for many a mile

Inbuilt self-destruction

In a second it can all turn vile

 

 

April 29, 2012

 

 

It takes a while

To really fit in

Before you feel

Content within

 

It takes some time

To feel secure

And be at peace

And sure as sure

 

Slowly, you will

Get to know

The people,

As they come and go

 

Then one day

The newness gone,

With your friends

You feel at one.

 

There’ll be some,

More than others

Who you’ll feel,

Their friendship smothers

 

So keep your counsel!

Be on your guard.

And soon they will hold you

in high regard

 

 

 

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