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 […]
Hang on … that’s 12 square feet! AN ODE What would you do in an eight foot square? Wear top hat and tails? – trés debonair Or wobble about and get bad mal de mer? Or perhaps cut your hair in a large barber’s chair? There might be the sight of a huge grizzly bear […]
I was walking down the lane last week And spied upon the ground A banana skin just lying there Which I failed to go around. I was mesmerised and couldn’t stop From treading on the skin And proved that tales ‘bout slipping Are true, to my chagrin. I tumbled over and fell in the ditch […]
The brassiere is a wondrous thing A technical delight Without the bra the wobbly bits Could easily take flight. . Match of the Day .
Oh hello, you look divine …. how are the boys? ….. did they build that shrine? I’m not too sure – is this one mine? …. yes, I used the Northern line …. Did you hear about Uncle Lime? ….. and then the incident with sisal twine …. No, he’s fine ….. [that doorway’s crooked, […]
……. although you probably won’t take any notice [sometimes I wonder why I bother]. (Nooo, surely not. Lo,TG Ed) There’s nothing like a grumble to really lift your mood, Express yourself out loud, it’s awfully bad to brood “Your skirt is way way way too short, it’s very very rude, Your ideas on elegance are […]
My ickle fish in their ickle pond have such an idyllic time Then their ickle brains go all-a-whir, “It really is a crime – He knows that we get so hungry – it MUST be dinner time. Just an ickle snack of loveliness would keep us in our prime.†“He could I s’pose provide a […]
For reasons that would take too long to explain, the TG and I ended up having a poetry competition. The subject was ‘chairs’. These are the results. CHAIRS by Lo, she is a terrible Goddess This is a poem all about chairs It isn’t bout jam and it isn’t bout hairs [or bears] [there follows […]
The Jaffa cake and chocolate finger make me want to scream I have no time for bourbons or the humble custard cream Digestives? No!! The prize must go To the GINGERNUT supreme. . (I’m totally sick of bally gingernuts. Lo,TG Ed) . Match of the Day .
