Friday lunch time pause.
It’s good to stop a little,
Catch your breathe and thoughts.
Month: December 2018
Friday 07/12/18 Wet Day
Rain and umbrellas,
Duck and dodge the spikey bits,
Step round the puddles.
Friday 07/12/18
The days passing by,
Like the water in a stream,
Waking each morning.
Thursday 06/12/18
It is getting late,
And i nearly forgot it,
To write a few lines.
The weekend’s coming,
Just one more Friday to go,
Eighteen little hours.
Wednesday 2 – 05/12/19
I write for myself,
I’m just out here exploring,
I find it such fun.
So give it a go,
And watch, your few poems grow,
Into your own book.
Wednesday 05/12/18
I feel like quitting,
Chucking it all in for once,
Where would I go then?
Then a great song plays,
Makes me smile and remember,
Good times and people.
Tuesday 2 – 04/12/18
The Dentists today,
They took an arm and a leg,
But my tooth’s okay.
One poem a day.
That’s the goal I’m keeping it,
Day by day they grow.
Tuesday 04/12/18
It isn’t funny,
But this Brexit deal’s a joke,
So sad to see this.
Half-baked deluded,
This Brexit Referendum!
Do it properly.
Remove this huge doubt,
Stop the blind careering,
Time to give account.
I do not trust them,
Will not ever vote for them,
U K Government.
I just have contempt
For witless stubborn PMs
Get another job!
Monday 03/12/18
A struggle today,
To get up and stay awake,
Another Monday.
Time to count pennies,
See how they pile up so high,
Then crash to the floor.
Three things I ask now,
Where is it and what is it,
And how does it work?
Sunday 2 – 02/12/18
Getting ready now,
Another long week in store,
Monday creeping on.
It isn’t funny
It’s not fun just the money,
The bills eat all that.
Oh, Spurs lost today,
That’s my team of sorts and shorts,
4, 2 Arse anal.
My spellings not good
And I couldn’t spell any team
That begins with A.