March 20, 2012

 

I heard tell,  just the other day

A story which no-one believes

It was about elves and goblins

Who live amongst  the nettle leaves.

 

They stay there because they feel protected

 From the hazards of the countryside

 And at nightime they are joined by the fairies

 Who pop in to chat and use the leaves as a slide.

 

They sometimes get a visit from a young rabbit

 Who’s got lost going back to his warren

 As he tries to escape the farmyard dog

 Named McTavish, as he has a white sporran.

 

I don’t think I can tell you the story

It was told to me in strict confidence

By a goblin’s second cousin, once removed

Who lives on the other side of the fence.

 

The story caused much hilarity

Though it seemed too far fetched to me

 But the sight of them falling over with mirth

 Even had the pixies laughing with glee.

 

 

 

Bloomin’ men

With their oversized ego’s

Who’d have them?

Who’d feed them?

Who’d need them?

Give me a dog any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their untidy ways

Who’d want them?

Who’d keep them?

Who’d kiss them?

Give me a cat any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their bits and bobs

So demanding

So childlike

So frustrating

Give me some chocolate any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their horrible habits

So idle

So helpless

So endearing

Give me mine back any day

 

 

 

 

Think the unthinkable

Break free from those chains

Try something different

Think of the gains

 

Burst your bubble

In a positive way

Don’t let inhibitions

Get in your way

 

Keep your head up

 Forge ahead with your plan

You’re just as good

As your fellow man

 

Yes, you’ll need luck

And it’s there to be had

So stick to your mission

In the end, you’ll be glad.

 

 

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People are people

The whole world over.

The poor they long for,

A four leafed clover.

 

The rich are still searching,

For they know now,

That happiness and health,

Can’t be bought anyhow.

 

 

                                           

 

Mistakes can happen when we’re feeling dead beat

And we’ve spent all day long  just stood on our feet.

 

Mistakes can happen when our mind goes blank

Because of the wine that we earlier drank!

 

Mistakes can happen which really aren’t our fault

Like when trees jump out and give our car a jolt.

 

Mistakes can happen in the very strangest way

That can make us regret getting out of bed that day.

 

Mistakes can happen which make our blood pressure rise,

Especially when we take the blame for other people’s lies.

 

Mistakes can happen that leave us feeling blue

But with a little humour we’ll surely get through.

 

Mistakes can happen when our mind strays from the plot

As we recall our first love, my goodness, she was hot !

 

 

It really was quite ridiculous,

A sort of summer madness indeed.

It started with idle chatter,

But oh, how her eyes did plead.

 

He knew he was onto a good thing

And never even stopped to think,

Where in the end this would all lead

A thirsty dog never refuses a drink!

 

Before he knew it, he was in too deep.

Oh, what a mess it had all become.

He didn’t know which way to turn

When she said she was to become a mum!

 

He didn’t need this aggravation

And was the child really his own?

His children were now all grown up

And from the nest, they’d recently flown.

 

His wife, she would go quite mental.

He contemplated suicide.

His car might have been a love-boat

But he now surfed a very high tide.

 

How could it all have happened?

How could he have been so weak?

Everything in his life had been perfect,

And his career, it was at a peak.

 

It was a moment of insanity,

A very common human error.

He decided that night to tell his wife,

Though the thought of it filled him with terror.

 

 

 

 

 

Let time take care of tomorrow

And you know, in the long term, it will.

Don’t worry yourself with unnecessary doubts,

Life, in the end, will climb it’s own hill.

 

March 17, 2012

Would you like to come along with me

And visit buildings old, and temples many?

 

You could soak up all their history

Remark on their survival

Admire their restoration

Marvel at their beauty

And educate your mind?

 

Or perhaps you’d find it more a duty.

Would it bore you to the roots

Would you find it all drag

Just simply not your bag?

 

REPLY

 

 

Oh, I will surely walk with you.

I’ll enjoy your pleasant company

But I will see it all through different eyes

 

I will spot the living things

The wandering tramps

The homeless cats

The pampered pooches

And birds that fly with freedom through the sky

 

I’ll ‘people’ watch

I’ll window shop

I’ll soak up my surroundings like a sponge

 

I won’t remember where we’ve been

Or names of places we have seen

 

But in my mind I will return a thousand times.

 

 

Knobs and knockers and old broom handles,

Cabbages and kings and dimly lit candles

Sausage and mash and cherry cake

Are they for real, or simply just fake?

 

Buckets and spades and a seaside donkey,

Punch hit Judy and she felt quite wonky.

Father Christmas caused a sensation,

Just another figment of our imagination.

 

And so the fantasy goes on and on.

Clouds to build our life upon.

Keep optimistic and dare to dream,

Otherwise you might just scream.

 

 

 

Nobody ever counts their pennies anymore, 

Small change just doesn’t matter.

The only sound to be heard at the till,

Is when the credit cards clatter.

 

Nobody minds being in debt now,

It doesn’t have the stigma it had.

People just pay off their interest,

Which to me seems terribly sad.

 

 Nobody really owns anything,

We all live in fantasy land.

It seems that as fast as we earn the money,

It slips through our fingers like sand.

 

 Nobody is teaching prudence these days,

People think she’s a fluffy black cat.

Well, we certainly need to have luck on our side,

Or a Daddy – who’s wallet is fat.

 

 

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