There’s been no rain for most of the year
and the signs of it are very clear
we went for a walk around the town
and noticed that everyone’s lawns were brown
because there had been quite a drought
no one was allowed to get hoses out
and with the lack of rain clouds in the sky
the chance of showers seems very slight
if you find the situation strange
get used to it, it’s climate change.
Filed under Self compositions
Julian sat in her stone cell
from behind a window of glass
she could watch as they performed mass
while confined in this living hell,
tickets to see her, priests would sell,
in the mid fourteenth century
an anchoress she chose to be
while all through those long lonely years
she recorded her thoughts and fears
so that all, her passion might see.
Filed under Christian, Factual, Self compositions
Big-boned Betty would often saunter
along the beach so that she could flaunt her
ample assets provokingly attired
in a style that everyone admired
because she always looked so dashing
as she paraded the latest bikini fashion
no-one knew how she got her name
but called her that just the same
Filed under Self compositions
Charlie Bates was happy with life
often going on Saturday night
to his local pub for a pint
then go home to his wife
making his way across the moor
but one day he was very late
his wife worried about his fate
till he came in through the door
claiming he’d been pixie led
with a smile his worried wife said
next time fool, here’s what you do
turn widdershins, they can’t bother you.
Filed under Old knowledge, Self compositions
I was in a band with a guy named Mick
my guitar riffs were oh so slick
but now even I’m too old my day is done
so I spend my time sitting in the sun
waiting for my next part in a pirate flick
Who am I?
Filed under Self compositions
Whilst stationed in the Hindu Kush
something that I can still recall
was every day before nightfall
over the mountains would come a hush
just the song of a single thrush
his liquid song like crystal clear
and all would pause the notes to hear
while every day his song we heard
we never saw the tuneful bird
something we all found rather queer
Filed under Self compositions
the red sun goes down
a line of geese in the sky
dusk precedes the dark
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Whether in a sunlit forest clearing or hidden deep within the dank, moist shade he will be found forever preening a gaudy, strutting Indian brave, proudly standing with his tail displayed, a hundred eyes are always watching throughout earth’s history was there ever found in nature a sight quite matching the splendour of each jewelled […]
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #240 Guardian of the forest
Filed under Self compositions
When asked about June twenty eighteen
I will always remember the scene
What I did was not being brave
Rescuing the boys who were trapped in that cave
The, “Wild Boars,” junior football team
Filed under Factual, Self compositions
Twixt bin and bench one day was found
a full three feet below the ground
some curious objects from history
giving rise to a local mystery
when asked how old no one seemed to know
but they were placed there long ago
now if you want to go and see’em
you’ll have to visit the county museum
Filed under Self compositions
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