Deepthinking one’s inner thoughts..over tasking the brain ..locked inside our mind’s eye is an ever blind strain.. Nobody but yourself know’s what churns in one’s head.. caught up in confusion amidst the comfort of your bed

Like the pendlum on a clock dropping down to the floor..spiralling
situations til’ one can’t take anymore..help may be at hand tho not til’ the morning light..lying wide awake agonising betwixt the darkness of the night..one miniscule thought in those wee small hours magnifies to a torrential flood from just April showers..pitter patter pitter dripping in drops.. your deep thinking will never cease until anxiety stops

Faith, hope and charity are the cutest ******* one will ever see..identical triplets.. one, two, three..only their doting parents can tell them apart.. each little lass is incredibly smart

Mind you it doesn’t help alot when they wear the same clothes.. coz then which one is which well nobody knows..three absolutely adorable little misses as sweet as sugar and candy kisses.. Faith is as devoted as the day is long.. if that girl isn’t caring then there is something wrong

Well what can I say about happy Hope..she is forever wishing and wanting yet she is not a one to mope..now cute Charity is generous to a fault..she fits her namesake so gestalt..so as you are now aware this is s trio of triple troubles..each one of them is so unique yet the three of them are spitting doubles

I am sitting here just a deepthinkin’ why are sheep so a’stinkin’ .. coz all they eat is green grass and hay.. nothing smelly I have to say..yet it’s that putrid smell of sheep within their fleeciness and mutton skin

I hate the stench of fresh wet sheep all stood around in a heap.. it makes me gag.. I feel so yuk.. that unique sniff of woolly muck.. and yet there’s nothing nicer and so fine.. roast lamb is a favourite meat of mine.. I forget about the rotten smell and tuck in to that taste I know so well.. mind you when a leg of lamb is in my oven cooking.. that obvious odour needs overlooking..coz there it jolly well goes again.. yon stench of wet sheep that’s a pain...

Did you ever see anything so bizzare as an animal trying to get into it’s owners car ? Well this is my Granddaughter’s pride and joy.. a mischievious, contented, beautiful boy.. and tho he happens to be a horse.. he mimicks folks around him of course..

So woe betide his mistress’s car
Billy boy will shove his head in it when the window is ajar.. and though he is a horse well this doesn’t matter.. coz this lovely lad loves a good old natter ..Awww but Billy boy is adored by all as he trots to see them when they stop by and call.. happiness shines from his horsey face with those pearly whites in pride and place.. one can tell when he’s happy by a mile.. with his horsey grin and hilarious smile..

The pied piper played his tune as he pranced and he danced by the light of the moon.. and as his rasps reverberated throughout vast valleys.. all the rats from the villages gathered in alleys..

Brown fat rats with long lean tails heard his whistling and his wails.. musical melodies loud and clear gathered up yon rodents from far and near..so as the pied piper led the way.. he rid the towns and countrysides dismay.. folks stood on sides of lanes and peeped out of their window panes..as hundreds and thousands and millions more rats followed their leader in a frenzied uproar

They do say from legend and myth that pied piper’s intention was very forthwith..those wretched rats of aggravation ended their days in his damnation.. some tell of the tales of so long ago but the old people of the parishes remember and know.. “He tookem’ to the caves” I heard one shout..”Oh no he putem’ in a pit when I was about” yelled another one.. but when all was said and done..that rat infestation was dead and gone...

Pearl the partially deaf parrot
resides at Christina’s care home..
l’m not really sure how this will go
but here’s hoping it makes a rhyming poem

Well this large establishment is a dwelling for senior living care..
It is full up to capacity
with geriatrics living there

Now Pearl is quite a character
perched in a cavity on the wall and
occasionally when her cage gets cleaned she flies loopy around the hall

Although her hearing isn’t good you see she’s getting on in years..
there’s not a word that goes unheard coz she often gets it wrong I fears

Clive Clipper the old cockney..
he always speaks in rhyme and he calls all the females “Me ol duck” all of the time

Haha but thats not what pearls says
although Clive doesn’t care..
when that pesky bird copys him but then he ends it in a swear

Then theres Josie Jenkins well she is the eldest of them all.. She
tells all the visitors she is “Wise of wit” as she sits shouting in the hall

But as you can probably imagine
Pearl changes this abit.. and
everybody chuckles silently
when it’s squalked “Size of ****”

So you get the picture there’s lotd of rude remarks in the house..yet
It wouldn’t be as noticable if Pearl spoke as quiet as a mouse

Oh and there is Peter Waters
always cuddling his tabby cat..now
he hasn’t given it a name as yet..so
Pearl always yells  “Scabby TXXT”

Haha it is fun for the workers
when they are on their shift..
Coz they are never entirely certain
of the conversation..If you get my drift 🤣

Crawling thru creepy cobwebs climbing these old stairs..I purposely try not to ponder on my state of affairs..as I listen to floorboards creaking and screeching rocking chairs..Oh my God I am frightened midst my moment of awares

But I betted on a challenge rather foolhardy indeed..so I have no other choice than to be brave and proceed.. and if I can conquer all my cowardliness I will win and succeed..mind you if I can carry out my mission it is victory guaranteed.. coz can you just imagine an old haunted house.. that would even scare the likes of a scuttling mouse..I wish i wasn’t alone right now..I should have brought my spouse..I did ask him along but he did only grumble and grouse

Well the only thing that I absolutely fear the most.. is coming face to face with the ‘Grey lady ghost’ and they do say that she isn’t the nicest of a host..as she chases mischievious children around from pillar to post.. That’s thirty three steps done already so only twenty two to go.. I had to get to the very top of the fifty five you know..but I hear moaning and groaning from down below..that’s it I’ve had more than enough as I decend with gusto...👻