Ooh my husband has some lovely juvly plums..they are hanging from the branches looking like little peachy bums.. but we will scoff the lot and then we will get sore tums.. when we will wish we hadn’t of been so greedy when the time comes ...

Mine eyes have seen the beauty in the bright blue sky and marvelled at our feathered friends as they flew by..an awesome daily dazzling sight seeing such brilliant birds on the wing in flight

I have listened to the wind whistling it’s tune as I stood star gazing by the light of the moon..collections of clandestine constellations giving me  fantastic fascinations..millions of magnificent sparking lights shining like little diamonds.. twinkling brights..Wow isn’t our Mother nature so unique as she meddles amidst the magical and mystique..

Misty the cat curls upon the furry mat listening to pitter patter on the windowpane..but this lazy lump doesn’t like getting wet so she tucks her tail in and snuggles up again

But Misty the cat needs a widdle and she cannot hold it in anymore..so she gets up reluctantly yet has left it too late and dribbles all over the flloor.. Well when her mistress arouses from her catnap she notices the puddle by her chair..and strangely enough no Misty can be found though that smell of cat’s wee is in the air..

“MISTY” her mistress yells and bawls.. as she turns an awful shade of red.. huh Misty hears her bad tempered tone as she is crouched down under the bed.. Of course the little lady cleans up the mess and makes herself a nice cup of tea.. while Misty the cat falls fast asleep under her mistresses bed happily..

I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat” there it was again tapping in a rhythm driving me insane..

Well I stood below with it’s canopy in the sky and there I espied with my eager eye.. the busiest bird I had ever seen with his streaks of red amidst the leaves so green..Mr. Woody Woodpecker with his sharpened bill.. burrowing the bough with all his will..

So he touched his tip like a beat of a drum..and sap trickled down the trunk like bubblegum..he was pecking for a mate the amorous little thing.. one early morning in mild mid Spring..I thanked this Great spotted woodpecker for his wonderful sight.. then he turned his head and he took off in flight..

Last night I dreamed the craziest dream that there could ever be
..I rode upon an Octopus
and you were there with me

It’s tenticles took care of us..
It wouldnt let us fall
..As it ducked n dived and surfed the waves we played with a beach ball

We watched a mermaid  ride on a shark ..her hair was silvery blue..
She said hello and blew a kiss..
I was so surprised at you

You told her she would marry you..
you give her a golden ring..
I thought that you had went off your head..you were silly little thing

Oh my Oh my how we did fly upon an albatross tail..we leapt off with a parachute and landed on a whale

Well Mr Whale he opened his mouth and I thought we were gonna die..
but I heard you say “Its time to go”..
as I opened up my eye :)

I stare at the shadowy corner of my room.. My senses are aroused as I inhale a whiff of your perfume..and amidst the streaky, spangled light I see a strange phenomena.. a ghostly sight..

A blurry ball cloudy and opaque.. my eyes are focussed tho this is vague..Can it be a spiritual orb I espy ? within filmy fuzziness I hear a sigh..alas Oh such a sorrowfulness, mournful..meloncholy cry.. Unintentionally I wipe a teardrop dry

My dearest Mother I know that this is you.. your spirit has appeared out of the blue.. but you told me years ago that this is what you would do.. when life on earth had succomed you..Well I speak to my Mother without any hestitation.. and I thank her most kindly for her visitation.. I witter on with whispering words about this and that and silly absurds..

Yet there in my moment of magnitude..with my mindfulness mellowed.. I understood..My Mother had never ever left my side.. yes her shell had vanished so she could hide.. but her spiritual soul would always stay with me in the shape of an orb so I could see..

Woe betide me when my mind grows frail from the timelessness of my age scale.. when my years of yearning has ceased to score.. as my eyes are weakened and can see no more..

God help me when I sit in pain and my thoughts of thinking hurts my brain.. I have minutes of only wax and wane amidst my days of meloncholy mundain

May the good Lord take my soul when my heart stops beating it’s rock and roll.. as my time on earth has met it’s fate and I climb yon steps to the pearly gate

But let my life in verse bring memories..from memoirs of my treasuries..those books of poetry in one’s hall..lined up along the library wall..shall shine sweet smiles upon their faces..from my foregone past and reminisce traces..

Eeh she is adorable this lassy makes me laugh.. playing with her rubber duckies splashing in the bath..and me left with a flooded floor in her aftermath..but I won’t get woundup on that warpath

Haha butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth..as shes pointing to the north telling me “Grandma that’s the south” Oh if only my Chickadee would never change.. alas she will become an adult in this life that is so strange..Well within this world of uncertainty and doubt..may my Hunnybun never be harmed.. this is something I could do without

Let this little one learn to be a child.. not growing older every day with knowledge of the deviled..her innocence at the moment is beautiful and beguiled..my heart just melted as she looked at me and smiled.. sweetness shines from her fair freckled face..with that twinkle in her eye as she looks up to space..there ought to be more like her in this human race.. she simply lights up the darkness from doom and disgrace

If wonderful words were just an illusion and my thoughts of thinking was total confusion.. well I wouldn’t be able to write my verses from my truthful tales of life’s circus

Penning is my pleasurable introspections..I reminisce my recollections..no matter what I do or say I write it down come what may..it blows dusty cobwebs amidst my brain and hopefully stops me going insane

If we could step inside our shadow
Hide until the morning light
We could run away from reality
Making everything alright

Darkness need not fear us
Our anxieties would disappear
We would be hidden from any danger
Our silhoutte would be unclear

A humongous opaque human
Stood fearless against a wall
The stalker would be the scaredy cat
We could make ourselves so tall

Night-time wouldn’t worry us again
Our imagination could have a rest
No longer panicking in pain
A safe haven in our inner-self vest

The uncertainties of the not knowing
Is there someone following me?
If only I had a protective screen
I’d be a night owl walking free

But I do not feel safe when it is dark
Panic attacks haunt my mind
Even an innocent walking dog bark
Is a monsterous pursuer I find

A beautiful majestic barn owl
Silently glides from barn to tree
I stare at this ghostly figure
As its eyes are fixed on me

I dare not move whilst standing still
As I’m willing it not to fly
It turns its neck & raises its wings
Then yells out a shrill cry

Oh pretty Mr Barn owl you need not be scared of me
Just to meet you on my nightly stroll
Means the world to me

I’ll not tell anyone I saw you
I will not tell a soul
This wise old owl must read my
Mind
As it swoops down to grab a vole

Wow, I cant believe what I’ve just seen
How lucky I must be
To witness this before my eyes
It fills my heart with glee

I swear before he flew away
He looked me in the face
I heard him say ‘Good evening’
Then he lifted off with grace

‘Ninky nonky noo noo’ is a place in nowhere land..where the silver sea is sweet as honey and the shores have pink chocolate sand..

So the Ninky nonky noo noo’s wibble about like wobbly jellies coz they can’t stop stuffing their faces filling the sweet, sugary sands in their bellies.. Now these round ***** of roly polies giggle all day long as each and every one of them sing the same old song..

“We are the Ninky nonky noo noo’s from our Ninky nonky land our mouths are always covered in chocolate candy and it tastes so very grand” Well what a wonderful world it is for these connoisseurs of confection living off the sugary strands of sand sounds a sensational perfection

Finding a seashell in the silvery sand
Brush off the particles with your hand
Make sure it is empty with no creature inside
shake it incase a sea serpent does hide

Place your seashell to your ear
Listen carefully what do you hear?
Only the sound of the abyssal sea
Ebbing, flowing beckoning thee

The tormented, timeless, tempestuous waves
Battering the rugged rocks
Engulfing the caves

Mightier than humanity
More powerful than mankind
Betwixt spirituality & the unconscious mind

Mysteriousness of mythical creatures below
Mermaids scaley tails aglow
Frollicking in fathomless depths untold
Braving the briney surf so cold

Ship-wrecked carcasses line the seabed
Ne’er unearthed tho tears were shed
Hardy heroes lost in salty brine
E’er hallowed in Oceanic shrine

My depth is deep I hope you can swim.. I am totally tidal I turn on a whim.. I rock and roll and  I can get grim..sea sportsmen surf upon my skim.. I may look blue but I am not sad.. wild weather will worry me and make me so mad..so it is not my fault if I am bad.. people play in me I make them glad

I am a liquid so I am very wet.. boats sail on me amidst the scenic sunset.. carrying fishermen who catch fish in a net..but I can get rough lest they never forget..I will taste salty I will make your mouth dry.. though I shall saturate you I tell you no lie..I ebb and I flow from the moon in the sky..as it shines moonbeams upon me from way up high.. I splash from the raindrops as Mother nature will cry.. I am oceans and seas and I bid you goodbye

Sometimes we lose our self confidence, one is sinking in a hole.. armour-propre has deminished from one’s heart and soul..

‘I just need someone to hug me and tell me I’m not as worthless as I think’ she sits amidst her solitude as a teardrop drips from a blink...

Faith in herself and with such a low self esteem, she is lost in a languished low life amidst an imposssible  dream..Oh somebody please help her, smother her with adoration to free her heaviness from this heartache and give her salvation.. Unleash those shackles and chains from her pride and fill her with a wholesomeness and warmth inside..

Show me the light at the end of that tunnel.. one glimmer of hope to guide my way.. lead me on towards that lighthouse..away from darkness and dismay..

Lift this weight from off my shoulders..let the sunshine soothe my soul..part the raging waves before me..so that I may take a stroll..point me in the right direction..leaving doom and gloom behind..where the world has found salvation and humanity is kind

Yon flickered flame from that candle glowing amidst the eventide..shall give me hope to warm my wellness and find my strength to forage wide..I will win over woeful worries.. I can conquer all my cares..  my mind shall find positivity before I climb those pearly stairs

A word when it is spoken is a talked treasured token always with a totally unique sound from the different place it can be found..

One little word can say so much and is our way to keep in touch but when it is said from a stranger’s face who inhabits in a foreign place..one may not recognise that word as such coz that same word will be double-dutch..

Those wonderful little words that we rely on each and every second of the day make our communication so important in a marvellous way..Whilst it only takes one single word to put a huge smile on a face..that meaningful word we take for granted is essential for the human race

I am on my way to happiness..they say it’s over there..with nothing to worry about and no infection anywhere.. normality will welcome me without a problem or care.. Ooh I can’t wait to inhale that lovely, clean fresh air

There are plenty of  places for passengers if you would like to come with me..I can take you back in time where the world was wonderful and carefree..you certainly won’t need a facemask, noone needs those you see.. everybody just lives their lives as happy as can be

I am so looking forward to browsing all the shops.. I have got cash with me I fancy some new tops..This round trip calls at lots of retail stores on it’s many stops.. and the coach is absolutely free with beautiful backdrops..so if you want to come along it’s the red bus on the street.. dress to impress but wear comfortable shoes on your feet.. the sun will be shining so you will feel the heat..it takes us to at a pretty park to meet and greet..

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..

Those first pair of pretty eyes that we ever see belongs to our Mother as she cradles us so tenderly.. with such a strong undeniable love and we gel with one another like a hand in a glove

Our dear doting Mother is the one whom we can rely from the moment we are born until the day that we die.. she shall be there for us through thick and thin.. til’ the end of eternity and in our living within..nurturing our every single need and fretting as we go out into yon big wide world’s wonderful show

Look after your Mother.. always treat her with respect.. tell her how much she means to you..don’t let love lack in retrospect.. This little lady deserves your worth.. you owe her your life from that day of your birth.. Alas there may sadly come a day when your one faithful friend will pass away.. Please believe me this can happen to everyone.. I broke my heart the day my Mum was gone..

Er’e he plays his pipes forever and a day and his faithful friend is ne’er far away..wi Scotland in his blood and those bagpipes t’ween his shoulder.. his sight warms the cockles frae any beholder..

“Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing” and as the Scottish songs echo around.. all the passerby’s sing.. but Malcolm stands steadfast with his mind on his mission.. as the crowds enchore and revel in their vision.. for here is a true born Celtic soul and his passion for his historic past is his absolute goal..

So Malcolm McEwan plays his bagpipes far and wide with Misty his old Collie dog e’er by his side..
And I can well imagine that thru the timelessness of time when the pair have risen up to those heaven’s so sublime..there amidst the shadows and the darkness of the night.. one will hear yon pipes playing with muster and might.and ay it’l be the lone piper with his loyal pet happy in play.. listening to “Over the hills and faraway”

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 🤣

Little white heads scattered everywhere amidst field fairy rings here and there.. I trample my tread with love and care..this special moment is very rare

Mushrooms white amongst the green..clearly conspicuous so can be seen..my Dad used to call them ‘Fairy farts’ amidst the turf and cattle clarts..there is nothing like the taste of these.. the absolutely bees knees..

My breakfast in the morning.. and my lunch and tea as well.. mushrooms picked free range are better than the ones they sell.. they have that unique freshness straight from Mother earth.. she springs them annually with her Autumn’s birth

Within a woebegone worldliness of uncertainty can any of us be certain what tomorrow will be ? wrapped around today’s troubles and anxiety is an uneasiness of ambivalence amidst ambiguity..

But no matter what the future holds and whatever lies ahead when one arouses from sweet slumbering lying nestled in our bed.. a new day will be dawning.. we can be very sure of that with human beings dodging to and fro from Covid-19..playing at ‘Bell the cat!!’

This anonymity and invisibility with an infection out there..is forever amidst one’s thinking so danger lurks everywhere..Yet there will always be a tomorrow from yesterday’s affairs..whilst scientists study sollutions and preaches say their prayers.. I guess the message that I am trying to convey to concerned people nowadays..is to stay as safe as houses but remain positive always..

Please be alert and very aware that Covid-19 is still out there!! Though it is hidden and we can not see it is spreading closer unfortunately..

Think of it each and every day and keep it well out of your way.. Just wash your hands and sanitize make this your priority normalize

It’s creeping closer and as catchy as hell so wash your hands and wash them well.. wear a coverup on your face when you are in a public place.. life is not the same as before with this infection outside our door.. disease may plague us for some time yet but we will conquer it I bet..

Oh how her heart ached the day her daughter died.. She locked herself away from her husband and she cried and she cried..her lovely little shadow was gone from her side..fate had shut the door on happiness and left her soul horrified

Gone was the humerous laughter in the house..only the clock ticked in the hallway.. it was as quiet as a mouse.. but nobody could replace her littleone not alone her spouse..so she poured herself another drink and was a drunken *****..Well weeks went by though she thought was only days.. timelessness stood still in her darkness of dismays..and she slept as she drank when she woke up in a haze..so sunday became monday amidst a blur of yesterdays

Yet her heartbroken husband was hurting as well.. he had lost his little Lucy locket and it hit him like a bell.. piercing his personality and making him unwell.. Oh how could life be so cruel.. now his was in a living hell.. mind you he did his very best to help his unhappy wife..through the sadness at the funeral the couple shared strife.. but it wasn’t anyone’s doing that the poor lass lost her life.. a cancerous tumour had spread inwardly rife...😓

Elsie is exasperated with her worriment and woeing.. the poor soul does not know which way she is coming or going..Alas she can’t control her restlessness this is the way Elsie Morgan is.. her mind is always ******* in knots from her forever in a tizz

So you will see this poor fragile old woman standing by her windowsill stood staring from inside her livingroom looking so ill..waiting for her family whenever they will call..Elsie is constantly thinking one of them will have an accident or a disasterous fall..All the while she picks her fingers and has each single one red raw.. if only she could stop this nervousness coz her fingers are sore

Oh poor old Elsie Morgan has always lived on her wits..forever imagining the worst in life she has worn her mind to bits.. So much so that she has suffered a second stroke.. but this was inevitable with her fretting over folk..Each and every minute and second of the day you can see her frightened face staring out in dismay..with such a look of anxiety..ashen and grey

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...

Laugh as things get tougher..
Smile though you are feeling rougher..
Think positive thoughts every second of the day..
Leave negativity neglected and it will keep your blues away!!!

This time on September the 1st last year.. Oh yes I can remember this so vivid and clear..Well I was doing exactly what I am doing now but I managed to take a little unwanted trip somehow

As I reminisce roamin’ thru the gloamin’ amidst the purple heather..me and my sweet singing friends.. those birds of a feather..of course I wasn’t watching where I was going whilst the Black-faced ewes were a’toing and a’froing..Now there must have been rock.. it was a great big boulder and I bumped into it and almost dislocated my shoulder

So I lay seeing stars and i thought I was dying witn my pride in pieces as my agony was crying..How can I forget that wonderful walkway when I am following my treads this beautiful day ? Mind you I won’t let that happen again.. it took me a month or so to get rid of the pain..

She’s such a silly over, sentimental, rapturous romantic..pulling at her heart strings that are vulnerable and pendanic..falling in and out of love-struck situations in a mad dash rush..every single guy that gives her the eye.. she thinks is lush

But when will she learn its been a long time since she left school..and as she’s picking up the pieces she feels just like a sad old fool..crying in her coffee cup perhaps she needs something stronger..and every time it happens her heartache grieves a little longer..she never listens to her loved ones and her friends are just the same.. all suckers for a ladies man..so gullible what a shame

Her Mother says she will be single until her dying day.. if she lets men walk all over her and leave her in dismay..yet those words just make her all the more determined not to take care..with every roving eyed philanderer that follows her out there..Oh mercy me if only the right man would come along..after cupid shot his arrows and that cupids never wrong.. but time and time again she’s fallen head over heels..as her girlfriends sympathise coz they know exactly how she feels

Yet who know’s what’s around that corner in the circles of her life.. maybe’s someday soon she will meet someone decent and make them a ****** good wife.. well only time will tell but this lady will not change.. as her selfconfidence gets shattered and her spirit rearranged.. the trouble is that she isn’t getting any younger.. and that neediness desire to be married is her hunger..so que sera sera my dear that future is not ours to see..tho if you learned by your mistakes you would stay happy. single and free...

l love the ‘Big Yin’
Such a unique personality
As tears roll down my cheeks with laughter
He has an amazing ability

Billy Connolly you are certainly one of a kind
Born in the poor streets of Glasgow
Deprivation comes to mind

Telling jokes as a welder
Working on the shipyard floor
You were destined for stardom
After you walked from out your door

Yes you do swear alot
But honesty is your gift
Your talent is amazing
You give everyone a lift

We have watched you loads recently on the tv
We would never miss your shows
My hubby & me

I am pleased your in my era
You make me very proud
The way you’ve risen to fame from nothing
Entertaining people in a crowd

Through the years you’ve never wavered
You have grown from strength to strength
The best comedian by far
You have beat them all by a length

Nowadays you are failing
Dreaded Parkinsons disease
But you will still look on the bright side
Unable to walk, down on your knees

Billy Connolly you are a genius
As you tell all of real lifes event
You describe it as if its happening
Saying it excatly as its meant

Still pulling in the crowds
Even though you are seventy five
****** Moses thats incredible
What a performer, ‘Man alive’

You will always be a legend
‘The Big Yin,’ you got life right
After you are long gone
Shining like a diamond in the night

Her long straight hair covered her slender back..it glistened in the morning sun like shiney shellac..bleached blonde from the splendid seaside air as she galloped like a ghost’s silhouette on her mare

Her horse was an inky black as the ace of spades as he trotted through the marshes amidst the everglades.. then across the grassy dunes kicking up the sand.. when she slightly kicked in her heels he cantered on the land..She inhaled the salty seaside air soaking up the ambience from the beauty everywhere..This was the spot that she loved the most down by the ebb and flow of the sandy coast

And saddled on ‘Spirit Dancer’ was what she enjoyed doing best as she sped through the surfy sea she put him through his test..but he raced like a rocket in the early sunlight..never stopping for a second in her determined delight..Two very different species in love with each other as they shared that special bond like a daughter to her Mother

She heard the worrying wind whistle outside as her tiny toes tip toed to be by her Mums side.. clutched under her left arm was her Tatty teddy bear but she had to take Tatty coz he went everywhere..the hallway was huge in her new country house as she scuttled her way like a little field mouse..and betwixt the shadows from that darkness of doom, she pushed open the white door of her parents bedroom..

She climbed onto the big bed on her Mummy’s side and teardrops were dripping  as she whimped and cried..but Mummy said “Ssshhh little one everything is alright” so she tucked herself under the covers and cuddled in tight..and still as she lay she could hear that wind howl with clatters and bangs and the hoot of an Owl..but now she was with her Mummy she didn’t care.. it could rain cats and dogs yet she wouldn’t care..She had Tatty tucked well under her arm and now that Mummy was near they were all cosy and warm..So within seconds her weary head succumbed to her sleep when she fell and she tumbled amidst a dreamland so deep...

Tittle tattle.. squibble squabble running  in a circle.. I’ve tried to sort it out but my face is now purple.. For pity’s sake please stop bickering coz life is too short..falling out over children should be the last resort!!!

He heard this.. she said that.. but does it even matter.. I can’t be bothered with all this negative chitter chatter.. history has happened and we cannot change that.. but it would be the best idea to brush it under a mat.. Nowadays there’s more than enough of trial and tribulations and it will stay this way until we get some vaccinations

Why can’t we all be friendly and forget about the past.. don’t you agree this unpleasantness is absolutely aghast.. shake hands if you have to but for Pete’s sake make up.. offer each other a drink from the loving cup..kids will be kids this is just what they do but you are making them miserable with your hullaballoo

Somethings stuffin’ it’s self in my garden shed and it’s makin’ an awful mess as it is being fed..one would think an elephant was in my hut..and a drunk one at that staggering half cut!!

I bet it is a mouse with it’s family and  a spouse unravelling everything whilst searching out louse..but the tiny blighter must be as bold as brass coz he’s pooped everywhere from him filthy *** 🙂 ****** Moses what a state he has made of my nice clean shelves.. can the little ******’s not cleanup after themselves..

But I won’t set a trap so he should think himself lucky..I wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t as mucky..one would think he had been wearing mahoosive muddy wellies.. there is dirt on all my garden chairs.. filthy and smelly..so if he is living in my crib then he had better beware.. I have deadly mousetraps hanging over there ;)

She sells her shells to a seaside shop, she keeps some shells for herself.. she polishes and paints them pretty colours and places some on a shelf..

She picked those shells from the sandy shore all buried on a beach..she saw some seagulls duck and dive whilst squawking with a screech..Susie sells her seaside shells on her market stall and displays them on a little wall..

Peter came to Susies stall and asked her what she had to sell.. she pointed up to the ledge on the wall and then Peter picked out a shell..He put this silver shell to his ear and listened to the sea..but out popped a scallop from his home he wanted to be free...

So peter caught the scallop and he put it in a ***..he couldn’t wait to show Susie at her stall exactly what he’d got..Well Susie studied that strange creature to see if it was still alive.. and put it in a seaside shell to see if it would survive

The little lively scallop wriggled right into the shell..and snuggled deep within it’s case to hide away so well..So Susie took Peter’s hand and strolled down to the sea and placed the shell inside Peter’s *** and let that scallop flee..

Oh yes I can remember September’s plight.. those dam spiders of speediness scuttling with might.. I almost jumped out of my skin I got such a fright.. at that hairy, horrible Halloween sight

Goodness gracious mind they can crawl.. from the carpet up the wall..I grabbed the hoover and held it tall.. then I peed my pants when it did fall..that creepy critter made me scream.. I started to cry and tears did stream.. it was like a nightmare of a dream.. I had to get it amidst my scheme

So I went and brought my daughter’s cat and sat the clever thing on my mat.. but when it saw it well that was that.. my plan went pear-shaped when that cat ****.. Oh no I thought I am in doom.. whilst that scarey spider is in my room..I looked online and it hates peppermint perfume.. so I rushed to the supermarket in a zoom..

Of course I spray this stuff all over the place.. in each nook and cranny and every space.. then I watched and waited and holy grace.. coz that clandestine spider fell flat on his face..The very next day I walked to the wood.. I gathered as many conkers as I possibly could.. that made me happier, that brightened my mood.. my awful arachnophobia has me *******....😱🕷

Everyone enjoys a good old sob story just as everybody loves a wild romance.. yet we all yearn for that final happy ending and not dare to leave it’s destiny to chance..nobody knows the finale until they have read the entire book..yet if a reader finds the story boring they may never even care to take a look

Alas not everything in this life is plain sailing.. so those happy endings may not always be the case.. but a novelist can pick and choose how the story ends and whatever happens on her writing space..so with a touch of cheerfulness and a dash of fear..she wanders in and out of her reader’s mind..and her narration may not always be crystal clear though her trails of thought are forever there to find

Whence this world weighs on one’s shoulders bearing down with heavy boulders..stop, take a minute and look all around..soak up the sights that you have found..

Whether you are amidst a countryside or in a city, inside or outside .. isn’t it pretty? Look up to the sky, peer down below..that moment in time can be special you know..shrug your shoulders and give yourself a little shake, release that troublesome tension for your well beings sake..

I was sitting in the corner of my local bar
Just havin’ fun with my friends
I knew the night was over
I was walkin’ home alone
I didn’t want this night to end

Then all at once this stranger
He sat down next to me
I didn’t know what to do
He bought me a drink
& We talked allnight
This stranger it was you

Chorus#

Suddenly the world seems a better place
Its been so lonely on my own
& I’m hopin’ given time
You will feel the same
You are the nicest man I’ve known

So we met as arranged
On the very next day
You asked me out for a date
We parted with a kiss
It was nothing we had planned
As we stood at my garden gate

Chorus#

Now ten years has made us older
We got married  last May
We have a home to call our own
We are soon to be parents
I’ve a little one on the way
How my love for you has grown

Cupid shot his bow & arrow
Our way that night
As we were havin’ fun with our friends
Now were together & forever we will never part
I will love you till the end

Chorus twice#

My sis Chris has a mole upon her back
Theyv called her to the hospital
Coz its a little bit black

Im waiting on her now
Shes having it removed
I really hope she is ok
I bet she will b bruised 😟

I sat staring at the people
And wondering what to do
So i started jotting down this ditty
I thought Id write to you

I got on second verse
I looked up in the air
Then i thought I saw a nurse
But twas my sister standing there😊

How was it Chris I asked
She was red upon the cheek
“Well iv had it taken off
They may phone me in a week”

“The nurses was so nice”
She says
“I really cant complain
So I wont be dreading it
If I have to go again”

Ah well I said, thats fine i said
Dont worry pet, Im here
We’ll get the train, youre not alone
You need not ever fear 😁

She used her phone to ring her man
To give him all her news
& at the end it made her cry
Coz he finished with “love yous”***

She looked at me & gave a sigh
I hugged her close to me
I saw her tears, they touched my heart, i joined her with cry

Come on lets walk & cross this road, we rid our tears with winks
We hurried on, she found two chairs
I went & ordered drinks

Not alcohol, Oh heavens
No
Not for our Chris & me
Theres nothing better, nothing nicer than a cup of tea🤣

So rest we did & after that
We went to Fenwicks shop
The clothes were candy to our eyes
Our Chris she bought a top😊

Well we spent abit of time & then we caught our train
We got to Berwick,
Said our goodbyes
& both drove home again😁

Moral of this ditty
Is very plain to see
In every situation
We stay together
Our Chris & Me😊😘❤️

Battered, bruised with a broken lip this boxer fights his foe.. he has stood for five ferocious rounds.. what a warrior’s show.. he lands yet another punch just before the sixth bell..but he didn’t see that left hander and it hurts like hell...

So they wash him over in a hurry.. that cold water soothes his skin.. though the bruises are bulging and aching within.. He is the heavyweight champion of the world.. his title is the best!!.. with the odds stacked in his favour yet he is up against a test..his opponent is younger, fresher and fitter and he has proved beyond any doubt that he is an accurate hitter....

Ding..ding.. goes the bell.. that two minutes sped so fast..  up the champion rises though the crowd are aghast.. as soon as his enemy sees him standing he thumps contact on his face.. that echoeing splat reverberates around the place..blood drips from the corner of his cheek.. this cruel competitor has a mental, mean streak.. down he drops knocked out cold.. this fight has learned him alot.. he is getting too old!!!

Oh Mermaid and Merman
I have seen you in my dreams
Your tails are bright and beautiful
Dazzling like two shiny sunbeams

Do you swim and intertwine in the mystique fathoms below
casting little bubbles to the surface as you blow

Will you be married in the moonlight underneath the pretty twinkly stars
Will your carriages have six white seahorses pulling
You both in Rolls-Royce seacars

Oh Mr and Mrs Mermaids
I know this is all true
I watched you take Miss Mermaid’s hand
I heard you saying  “I do”

There was lots of other Mermaids
Of every shape and size
I peeped inside your banquet
I could hardly believe my eyes

You were all sitting at a big oak table
With Mermaids on chairs at either side
But you Mr Merman were sitting opposite your Mermaid bride

She looked very stunning
With her diamond studded veil
Her sequinned dress was so long
It covered all her tail

I didn’t want to leave you all
You partied allnight long
But my Mammy was telling me
To get up or I’d get wrong

You see I had to go to school
That’s what us humans do
So I woke up from my dream
Even though I didn’t want to

Oh how I wish I was a Mermaid
Swimming in the deep blue brine
Then I could play with your Mermaid children
They would be best friends of mine

Oh Mermaid and Merman
I have seen you in my dreams
Your tails are bright and beautiful
Dazzling like two shiny sunbeams

Do you swim and intertwine in the mystique fathoms below
casting little bubbles to the surface as you blow

Will you be married in the moonlight underneath the pretty twinkly stars
Will your carriages have six white seahorses pulling
You both in Rolls-Royce seacars

Oh Mr and Mrs Mermaids
I know this is all true
I watched you take Miss Mermaid’s hand
I heard you saying  “I do”

There was lots of other Mermaids
Of every shape and size
I peeped inside your banquet
I could hardly believe my eyes

You were all sitting at a big oak table
With Mermaids on chairs at either side
But you Mr Merman were sitting opposite your Mermaid bride

She looked very stunning
With her diamond studded veil
Her sequinned dress was so long
It covered all her tail

I didn’t want to leave you all
You partied allnight long
But my Mammy was telling me
To get up or I’d get wrong

You see I had to go to school
That’s what us humans do
So I woke up from my dream
Even though I didn’t want to

Oh how I wish I was a Mermaid
Swimming in the deep blue brine
Then I could play with your Mermaid children
They would be best friends of mine

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...

The Primrose picture

She painted her pretty picture with the palette of pastel pinks.. betwixt her fluttering eye lashes and fast, flickering blinks..such sweet scented primroses filled the evening air as her colourful canvas captured them there

Using her best bristled brushes she edged her detail in gilted gold..her special secret weapon to emphasize the bold.. then with a medium paint brush she gently dribbled dainty drops..carefully creating the perfect primrose tops
Striking yellow centers in a star shape design amidst those fushia pink petals she portrayed so fine

Passerby’s stopped and stared at her perfection of pièce de résistance and she blushed as she overheard whispers of praisal persistence.. but this young girl had a natural flaire like no other which she had luckily inherited from her talented Mother.. when her wonderful work was complete this primrose framed picture took pride and place on her Grandmas wall in her house on the street

On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil..

Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands,  you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands

Mally blew his bagpipes like he had never done before as ‘Over the hills and far away’ could be heard from miles away and more..betwixt this Bordering hometown  that this Scotsman did adore..he belted out with such a beauty that canny Celtic roar..

Well people came from miles around  to witness his perfection as a colossal crowd gathered all around to have a closer inspection.. and some foot-tapped and sang along joining in with interjection..and each and everyone of them felt that interconnection

‘Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing’ was the next Scottish ballad that Mally played.. and as he marched along amidst his medley his McEwan kilt swayed..with the blue, green, red and black plaid fabric arrayed..he was from the King’s own Scottish borderer’s brigade...

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..