Sammy would only talk in a whisper
they thought that he was shy
but he was a terrible lisper
and that’s the reason why
Sammy would only talk in a whisper
they thought that he was shy
but he was a terrible lisper
and that’s the reason why
Filed under Self compositions
Between nineteen sixty and about eighty three
when the record store was the place to be
Hallmark in blue was the label sought
as to save a bit of cash their records bought
for instead of buying each band’s latest hit
they were there all together on one disc
about twenty songs on each were found
and you sang along as it went round
Filed under Self compositions
This beach hut standing all alone
was surely once a shepherd’s home
the wheels which from the floor descended
cast aside, their use now ended
for it stands now on a bed of grass
the wandering life now sadly past
now ewes are brought down from hill and glen
to where the farmer keeps watch over them
memories like these fill my eyes with tears
for I remember when I used to hold the shears
Filed under Self compositions
Beneath bronzed bracken fronds are formed
tracks left by frenzied creatures as
the rising sun proclaims the morn
the time for foraging now is passed
beneath drooping eyelids, bellies full
warm, grass-lined burrows gently call
for now their long night’s work is done
they again await the setting sun
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Though the clocks have been put back one hour
I hope it will not affect adversely our
custom whereby we British pour
ourselves a cup of tea around four
on each weekday afternoon
often in the drawing room
although this demonstration of English taste
seems to have been rather displaced
such beverage would not be complete
without a tray of dainties to eat
and if you decided you would risk it
you could choose to dunk a biscuit
Filed under Self compositions
I took a drive out on Sunday last
passing places I used to know so well
then stopped and stared my mind aghast
remembered things I still could not tell
even though many years have passed
since I last went through those gates to hell
but now with chains and padlocks sealed
the stark gates looking forlorn and sad
and though they say that time will heal
I looked and actually felt quite glad
the message here could not be clearer
surely this is the end of a great era.
Filed under Self compositions
The glow worm is a quite
small bug that goes out at night
he has a luminous bum
to invite females to come
and check out the eerie green light.
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Humpty Dumpty one day took his bird
to somewhere quiet so as not to be heard
when they had finished what he wanted to do
he got up on the wall to admire the view
and the rest as they say, is history.
Filed under Self compositions
I’d like to impart to you something that I’ve learnt
if it’s a hot, sunny day your plants can get burnt
so leave the door open or perhaps a window instead
but make sure that you close it before you go to bed
for it sometimes gets very cold, especially through the night
and to find your precious plants all dead is not a pretty sight
Filed under Factual, Humorous, Self compositions
If I might take a little of your time
I will introduce you to some friends of mine
they may seem a little creepy to anyone new
but we all get funny after a year or two
sorry I forgot to tell you the price of a bed
they come free but to get in you have to be dead
and I’m afraid you can’t get a single room
it is always quite cosy in the catacomb.
Filed under Humorous, Self compositions
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