Tantrum!

Tantrum

Salford , 29th April 2018

That could be a whirlwind, running round the house

and then again – it could be one of the younger members of your brood

now,  you could engage a short sharp shock – but

then again – you would be crestfallen within half an hour

restrict the Tasmanian devil to his room

Until the time – he runs out of energy

Might be as nice as pie to you in no time

!note – he’ll have forgotten about what set him off too!

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Messy

Messy

It might look like world war three has arrived in the kitchen

but in reality , a masterpiece has been created

sticky fingers and flour dust on kitchen tops

even more on the cupboard doors and floor

colourful paintwork adorned on the table tops

while the finished article hangs on the refrigerator door

and all created to send out a message

“Happy Mothers Day!”

Christmas Tree

Salford 5th December 2017

A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!

(wrote on St Andrews Day….)

I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.

Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.

yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows

“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree

So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots

and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer

Snack time

Bite

lunch was two hours ago

and dinner is hours away

the hunger pangs are out of the cage

And they’ve begun to play

So over to the brown bread you go

And forage for a filling or two

When the jars of peanut butter and jam

Located above tonight’s spiced ham

Decide to greet you hello

Just the thing till dad makes tea

And summmat that you’ll eat with glee

Out in the garden without delay

Before running around the garden to play