It’s wet and windy – what to do?
Mum’s in bed with the flu.
I’ve found some cardboard and some glue,
Oooo and some ‘tack’ that’s very blue.
I’ll make Mum a present – perhaps a witch?
My imagination’s starting to itch
Although I know there’ll be a hitch;
Perhaps a mini-football pitch?
I’ll find some crayons to colour in,
And to hold together, a safety pin,
And to collect the mess, a rubbish bin.
Perhaps I should make a violin!
Or a car, a plane, or a kangaroo.
Will I need a Phillips screw?
What is the capital of Peru?
It’s wet and windy – what to do?
I’m bored now, that’s enough of that.
What’s on the telly? Postman Pat!
What’s he doing with that cricket bat?
And what’s happened to the black and white cat!?!
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(A.A.Milne would be very proud. LO,TG Ed)
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poor puddy cat … so the rumours are true … PP has lost it too.
There is a lot about must be the season *to be jolly fa la la la la la la la la*
way way scary …… you were singing on my blog as I was doing it here ….. *jeepers it is worse than I thought*
“The hills are alive with the sound of screeeeaming” tra-la
If there were only gothic vestal virgin chicks in that choir.
Them bein’ gothic, not much chance of bein’…nevermind.
Would that be string vested virgins? ……..
[¿¿ʍʇq sʍǝu ɹıǝɥʇ ʇǝƃ doʇ pǝɹ ʎןıɐp ǝɥʇ ʍoɥ sıɥʇ sı]˙˙˙ ƃuıʇɐɹ ƃd ɐ ƃuıʇʇǝƃ ǝq ןןıʍ noʎ dp ƃɯo ¿¿pǝssǝɹp ʎןıʇuɐɔs suıƃɹıʌ dn ƃunɹʇs
…. s,07 ʎ11ıs ……… ¿uʍop ǝpısdn buıʇıɹʍ noʎ ǝɹɐ ʎɥʍ
˙˙˙ʇıʍʇ ɐ ɥɔns sı ǝɥ
ʇɔɐ sıɥʇ ןɐǝʇs ʎɐɯ
ʇɐɔ ǝʇıɥʍ puɐ ʞɔɐןq sıɥ ɥʇıʍ
ʇɐd uɐɯʇsod
¿ʍous ʎɐɯ ʇı ʎǝɥ
ʍou ɹǝqɯǝɔǝp sı ʇı
¿ʍouʞ ɐʎ ɐʇʇɐɥʍ
¿¿ ouunp ı
You get very over excited, very early, during the festive season don’t you? ……
…thank the Lawd I’m over here. That dame makes me dizzy sometimes. Other times my hands get tired holding my laptop upside down to understand her.
The things guys do for women. It’s a crime, I tell ya.
…. and people with no laptop either get a hernia, a bad back or a blood rush …… I suppose it would be possible to use mirrors ……
no comment here – the last time I commented in rhyme you went all morose!
No comment ……. how depressing ……. *sob*
I’m thoroughly scared now.
Back in 1993, I wrote a children’s poem of a similar vein… about a boy lying on a hill (bored)looking up at the sky and dreaming up all the things he could do.
Are you sure you don’t have some weird powers we don’t know about? I’m wondering if I’ve left the cauldron in the closet for too long….
1893!!!! ….. oh 1993 ….. that was only a couple of months ago wasn’t it?
Actually, I think you were right the first time. It was a typo. I really did mean 1893.
It won’t be long until the beginning of the 80’s was 30 years ago …… [I know that we've been talking about the 90's - I'm referring to a conversation I had with someone on the phone yesterday - why, I'm not too sure] …… tempus fugit
oh poor TG. This must be much worse than babysitting
*sulk* …….. *pout* ……… *bravely suppresses tantrum*