Its plastic bag Gove,
Ten pence for taking the Mick,
Who’s the real rubbish.
Victory has come,
In a silly game I won.
Moved to next level.
As complex as simple is.
Its plastic bag Gove,
Ten pence for taking the Mick,
Who’s the real rubbish.
Victory has come,
In a silly game I won.
Moved to next level.
I went for a walk,
Took photos of the sunset,
Through the misty trees.
Listen to Chopin,
Nocturnes op. 9 number 2
Keeps me note hanging.
The time slips away,
Quickly hours turn into days,
I mark the moments.
Marking the moments,
With the things that I do and say,
the challenge – a book!

The last few minutes,
Challenge me to write Haiku,
Good or bad – that’s it!
The day starts quiet,
Cup of tea and newspapers,
They begin to wake.
Put the world on pause,
We do like to kid ourselves,
Safely far away.
What will change for good,
In the year to come, I ask.
I focus on myself.
We can’t change others,
But we can sure change ourselves,
Make a difference.

It is good to think,
And wonder what you’d do then,
If you had a chance.
Time now races on,
Challenging all to catch up,
Use well don’t waste it.
Finally, I rest,
A while to collect my thoughts,
Write them in my book.
Watching films, Bird Box.
Some like it and others don’t,
But we keep watching.
Dinner time was good,
Crackers, good food and a laugh,
Time to leave so soon.
A Merry Christmas,
One and All, enjoy this time,
And learn to share it.
A Happy New Year,
Let your dreams fly high and far,
Exceeding your hopes.
It’s time to take stock,
Throw out the old, cherish the new,
Build with hope, your dreams.
A dream’s a vision,
A purposeful plan well made.
Taken step by step.
It’s time to connect,
With family and friends now.
Helping each other.

Fifty years ago,
Apollo 8 united,
A then fractured world.
I am all alone,
Says poor lonely Bum Hole Bump.
Here in the blank House.
Note: play on word blanche mansion or white house. Hence blank house.
Dow tumbles down, down,
Following the stupid texts
The bear market comes.
The dow drops again,
Every time Bum Hole Bump tweets.
When will he stop this?
Is he a hero?
Bum Hole Bump took his toys home,
Left the rest to cry.
Brexit interim,
Many talk of the options,
No deal go, or what?

Well, one last comment,
Bum Hole can try but can’t sing,
At least he’s trying!