He wins the nobbly knee contest coz he is so very bony..haha his legs goes right up to his pants, two sticks of skinny polony..and he laughs just like a hyena with no teeth left in his gob..hes abit of a museum piece and isn’t a heartthrob..
But everyone adores Irish Micky Flynn with his Ballymoney Blarney..from County Donegal down to the southwest shores of Killarney..coz all he ever does allday is banter on his jokes, keeping people happy he is the jolliest of folks..and he chats to absolutely everybody, infact he is just a blether..with his thin arms waving high in the air as he forecasts the weather..he talks the hind legs of a donkey and still he doesn’t stop, as he sits with his mug of cocoa in his local coffee shop..
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
Covid-19 contaminates and collects, it shows no remorse for paying one’s last respects.. infecting our defences one by one, but we need herd immunity to get this gone..
We are dropping down like dominoes, or skittles from a bowling ball.. results are rising higher with the Coronavirus positives, thus gaining negatives from the dreadful death toll..This only started in the early Springtime and yet it is still rife today, as our Autumn season is now upon us, how we wish it would go away..
So with the future facing threats for our survival of humanity, one wonders when will this uncertainty all end ? as our top Scientific researchers dig and delve to understand Covid-19 and experiment to comprehend.. One looks ahead with hopefulness and anticipation, that is all we can do when all is said and done..whilst staying socially distanced from one another, until the delightful day when we have won...
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
Beware amidst the month of October as Autumn nights draw oh so somber, coz witches and warlocks right across the lands brew black magic betwixt an antechamber..
Hocus-pocus and hoodoo potions, abracadabra and pots of putrid lotions..Voodoo mysticism with witchcraft sorcery, spell-casting sinfulness and wrongdoings of roguery..Lock up your latches, keep your children safe at home..Becareful of the blackness, ghosts and ghoulies are on the roam..
On the last day of October as soon as the clock strikes twelve, daredevil demons shall dig the earth and delve..Shenanigans of mumbo-jumbo conjuring cruel magic spells. amongst the shadows in the moonlight and yon high-pitched yells..Don’t give necromancy it’s satisfaction, stay well away from harm’s door.. the superstition of Halloween has alot to answer for..
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
On Lily of the Valley land just beside the forget me nots there are three magic mushrooms, scarlet red with white stems and spots..and inside these white stems each with a crimson canopy, dwells Vinnie, Minnie and Winnie all are as skinny as can be..
Each run around amidst the darkness of the night, looking like lean runner beans such a frightful, funny sight..A trio of thorny stick insects, as green as fresh cut grass.. six snakey, slanty emerald eyes sparkle like slithers of glass..and they live nextdoor to one another without a sister or a brother, they are nocturnal little creatures created from the earth Mother..
Vinnie is vivacuous, she loves to dance and sing as hooty Owls joins in her chorus.. with the Pipistrelle Bats upon the wing..Minnie is the most mischievious of them all, this thin, frolicsome friend drives the other duo up the wall.. But betwixt and between Vinnie and Minnie lives the loveliest of the lot, her charismatic charm mixes in their melting pot..So these three green grassy hoppers live amongst the woodland copse, side by side in a magic mushroom with the bright red tops
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Charismatic and delightful, hip hopping about..splish splashing in a little puddle from a water spout.. I watch a Robin redbreast out in the pouring rain, he is having such good fun and he doesn’t complain..
Fluffing up his feathers and puffing out his tiny chest, he looks so cute in his little scarlet vest..Oh Mr. Robin you brighten up my day, what a wonderful warming welcome you are I really have to say..making my drab, dreary afternoon something to write about, well thanks to you I found my inspiration without a doubt..I shall crumble up a crust of bread especially for you, coz this is your special treat for stopping me from feeling blue..
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
“A penny for those thoughts me dear” she hears a Cockney woman’s tongue..as this old Southerner reminisces standing here when she was oh so young.. back in those bygone days when she was only ten years old, stood sobbing her little heart out and shivering in the cold..
As she waits in King’s cross station at platform number eight and just like all those yesteryears ago, this TransPennine train was late..when she worthlessly wandered within a crowd of many others, all little lost evacuees estranged from their loving Mothers..So she stands here today searching her soul from sad traces, as she recalls the screams and cries and that look of languish on those faces..and that was sadly sixty years since she waved her Mum goodbye but she can still reminisce the fraught and rawness with a teardrop in her eye..
Twas one late September morning in 1939 and she held a little hand with all her might as that steam engine sped along the line..and alas that was the last time she ever saw her distraught Mother when her and hundreds of other lost little souls left London with her tiny brother..Yet Oh the sadness and suffering has moulded amidst her heart, from that awful station in September when her loving family had to part..So in the twighlight of her life at almost seventy one years of age she stands waiting on that transPennine train, and in her heart of hearts she knows that this time when she steps off that platform she will never return again...
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
I see the colours are a’changing amidst the Autumn season and the berries on the branches are a’blooming for an irrefutable reason..paving the way for the colder months ahead, so that all our little feathered friends shall not struggle to be fed..
As Blackbirds cluster amongst the tall trees foraging fruits from the forest betwixt an early morning breeze..The hairy Hawthorn, wonderful Wild Cherry and the radiant Rowan with their rich, ripe rewards, such ruddy red drupelets in an abundance of hoards..And clambering on the branches stripping the bark with sharpened claws are rusty, red squirrels hanging on all fours..scuttling down the trunks, mouths full up with acorns, almonds and seeds to clandestinely cache their prizes between softened earth and weeds..
Our Amazing, annual October show..such a dazzling display from Mother nature’s bestow..Canopies of glorious golden highlights, delightful eye-candies for our birds tasty bites..Following our summer and into September the Autumn season is upon us right through til’ December..Some will say that this is the nicest time of the year, as such sensational spectacles are everywhere.. within the wildness of the woodlands and the orangey array, each and every artist’s passionate palettes of portray..
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
Twas just another ordinary day down on the farm when Clarence cockerel “Cock-a-doodle-dood” his daybreak alarm..as Pingo pigeon picked from tiny little crumbs of corn amidst the shed loft and his partner Sonia sat in the hay stack that was warm and soft..
Yes it was an Autumnal morning just like any other as Farmer Ted Brown worked in the dairy along with Molly his Mother, milking the Friesian cattle all in a row as the udders filled the pipes with such a creamy milk flow..And Daisy the cow being the oldest of the lot would “Moo” and “Moo” as Harry horse did trot..”Quack” “Quack” “Quack” went Daddy Donald duck as he splashed and swam in the farmyard pond quite covered in muck.. with his partner Michelle a very fine Muscovy Mother as her ten tiny ducklings, nine sisters and a brother.. splishing and sploshing muddy water with their wings, squibbling and squabbling the noisy little things..
Of course this Monday morning at the crack of dawn didn’t rouse the Farmer’s son Sid as he stretched with a yawn coz he hadn’t went to bed until well after late courtin’ and a’kissin’ his latest date..just a couple of school kids lying canoodling on the hayshed floor as mice and voles ran in and out of that door..But Penelope pony pranced around the paddock as she strutted and head butted in her frenzied fit so sporadic..The Suffolk sheep “Baa’d” and bleated munching in the meadows all that day in the Farmer’s field not too far away..
So it was indeed just another average ordinary morning on that hillside farm and the sun had risen as the day was dawning.. Everything was normal with nothing untoward as Great Granny Glenda Brown stood pressing her pinafore on the ironing board.. she had the bacon and eggs frying in the pan, ready to enjoy her breakfast with Great Grandad Stan..And how they all adored their countryside affair with the sounds and the smells in that cow dung fresh air..Ted, Winifred his wife and his Mother Molly and Sid her Grandson, lived in the big farmhouse with lots of fun..And Great Granny Glenda and Great Grandad Stan Brown had just moved to a lovely country cottage nextdoor from a flat up the road in the neighbouring town..
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
Do you believe in magic? Or can you explain the unexplained? I do hope you are not one of these non believers who I find foolish and hairbrained..Fairies from folklore are absolutely true, they live at the bottom of your garden tho you probably didn’t have a clue..
Well who else do you think scatters tiny seeds on the ground? as they whistle whilst they work through a blowing breeze sound..And who do you think makes those grassy daisy rings? as the pixies chase the fairies those mischievious little things..I watch their wonderful wings amidst the early morning dew, transculently twinkling and so see-through..So the next time you are mowing your lawn just becareful where you tread, remember there are such alot of secretive sprites sleeping on a bed..
Wherever there is grass there will be little folklore living there..tho they try to stay out of sight, one can watch them flying through the air..looking like minute midgets with their tiny tails all aglow, playing a-ring-ring-of-roses and giggling as they go..and the fairy godmother, the queen of the show will be sat watching over them but you won’t see her you know.. She has learned amidst those parables of her prime to make herself invisible just like the timelessness of time..
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC
Twas on the last day of September everything was still the same.. an infectious disease was sweeping across every nation and it was killing some people, Oh what a shame..
So we tightened up our social gatherings just like we had done once before, and we all dreaded that same total lockdown within our own frontdoor..right back from early Springtime until the onset of the Summer, each and every school, public house and hospitalities were all closed, that was such a ******
Now some listened to their Government and obeyed the new rules and regulations but there were those who choose to ignore these much to the other’s frustrations.. so alas the pandemic spread and it was getting out of control, but we all longed for it’s demise, a vaccination was our goal.. and of course as the weeks and months passed by the rulers of the lands gave out tighter measures with orders and commands..
Now the moral of this story is indeed so very true, life as we know it has changed out of the blue..when one day we had normality and the next was dismay, with one and all trying to keep this infection away..And all we can do is to social distance and wear masks on our faces, whilst we are constantly santizing our hands in all the public of places.. Praying for purity for each and every nation, when Covid-19 becomes our history enjoying our new salvation...
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC