A PAIR OF DITTIES

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CONTRARIETY

Hidden away in a secret valley somehow keeping warm
Developing and controlling the uncontrollable brain storm
Safely separate from all the peeps and content to be alone
Yet placing very carefully the makings of stepping stones.

WHEN TO CAST A CLOUT

There are signs that the season of hibernation is coming to an end
I’ve seen the sun and scratched my bum and even had a walk
But I will not count chickens or try to plan a picnic with a friend
Until the day when the local spray does not taste of salt.

2 Comments

  1. Posted February 1, 2013 at 1:52 am | Permalink

    oh, dear. i misread the title of this post, and was horrified – HORRIFIED – that you had finally succumbed to the crass, base, and distasteful use of language that many of us have accepted with quiet acquiescence.

    i need to turn down the vodka. yes. that is what i need to do. i’ll be back with a proper comment in the future.

    daddyp replied:

    I would never stoop so low!

  2. Posted February 3, 2013 at 4:57 pm | Permalink

    Maybe it’s too early in the morning for me after falling asleep @ 5am. 5 hours of sleep is not my optimum sleeping time, LOL.

    The ditties confuse me, but the pears are cool?

    daddyp replied:

    Ditties are VERY confusing. Have a nice cup of tea and a gingernut Angelika.

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