The football season is now
warming up and the players
are playing warm-up games,
New players are on display
but I don't know their names!
Pre-season it is called and
it starts very soon,
New talent on show which
should make us swoon.

From the lower league teams
to the big names we see,
New talent on show while
we drink our tea.
New signings are made -
big money is paid,
If you get in the English
Premier League - you have
got it made.

The lower league's too are
exciting to watch,
And if they win - they all do
drink their scotch!
But money is the key and
the attraction -
Millions of pounds is NO
distraction!

Even the referees are all
under stress,
And also his assistants -
they have to address.
The linesmen are all
stressed, at every game
they entwine,
That's because their job
is always on the line!

So welcome a new start
to the English Premier
League,
It kicks off in August -
with such intrigue.
Watch the new talent
show off their skills,
But cut out all that
diving - or you'll be
banished to the hills.

New managers too are
parading their team,
What they thought was
an incredible dream.
We welcome August for
the sport we all love,
English Premier League
football - it is my trove!

Enjoy the talent of the
stars on show,
But they are all over paid -
this we all know.
The new football season,
in England is near,
'Hip-pip hooray - I'll drink
to that, my dear!'

And goal-line technology
has been brought in,
So we all will see that
kick on the shin!
When the ball does cross
the line as we see,
The video camera will
prove it to me!

The swearing is banned -
the verbal is too,
If you obey the ref - he'll
be fair with you.
Kissing is out and so is
the spitting,
Just a hug and a hand-
shake - that's all that is
missing!

Enjoy the football as it
starts real soon,
Sit down and watch it on
TV, at noon.
The blessed talent on offer
is for the world to see,
Watch it on Sky Sports;
'oh, I wish it was FREE!!!!'

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

We had two tickets for
Wimbledon,
The Centre Court was
great,
But all those players
pulling out,
We want a big rebate.

We saw old Djok and
Roger, too,
They won their games
with ease.
Then Roger said: 'Let's
play a game.
And let us earn our fees.'

And Andy played on
through the mist,
Of all those flying ants,
And jumped around the
Centre Court,
When he found them
in his pants.

The strawberries were
over-priced,
The Pimm's and
champagne, too,
And all this shocked
this canny Scot,
I think that I will sue!

My wife she is a
tennis fan,
The big games she
remembers,
But the highlight of
that sunny day,
Was lunch with all
the members.

And so we had a
lovely day.
I'm glad we had
some passes
With seats already
there for us,
To watch the lads
and lassies!


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

My primary school days have
been great and they are coming
to an end.
I have made some good friends
and also a best friend.
The teachers are all fantastic -  
they are all a first-class crew,
I will surely miss them all -  
as I'm going to pastures new.

Yes, I've had some bad days
but most days have been great,
Especially at home-time, and
my mum is at the gate.
I also love my new form teacher,
and all my classmates, too,
But now I'm shedding a little
tear, because its time to leave
you.

I now say goodbye to my  
first school and move to
senior school,
Where we will all get older -  
oh, it'll be so cool.
I really am so excited as I
will make some good new
friends,
And if we ever do fall out -  
we'll always make amends.

But that is my imagination -
as I start a brand new school,
So apart from being a scholar,
I can always play the fool!
So now I am ready for my next
learning vocation,
And maybe when I'm in my
new class – I'll learn about
punctuation.

Now I am at my desk and I
glance over my shoulder,
And I see all the new friends
I've made – and I'm getting  
older!
I realise this is the start of a
journey of education,
So when I do finally graduate;
'I may just lead the nation!!!!'

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

We can wrap ourselves
in a ring of steel
With a solid, cast-iron
gate,
Happy in the knowledge
That no one can penetrate.

We can stay in our Ivory
towers
And never step outside,
In fear of what may
happen,
Afraid and terrified.

We can look around
with suspicion
At everyone we meet,
Be it in our northern
heartland
Or on a London street.

We can draw our
blackout curtains,
Blocking out the sun,
And never smell the
roses
And hide from everyone.

Or we can do what
we always do
Come together, hand
in hand -
Our resilience is our
fortress,
In our green and
pleasant land.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

I'm champion of
cheerfulness
I'm cheerful every
day
If others do not
like it
Then let them go
away.

I'm cheerful in the
morning,
I'm cheerful in the
night,
Who cares for moaning
Minnies
Who wallow in their
plight?

And even as I'm writing
I'm skipping to and fro,
I'm moving like a
dancer.
Yarooh! I've stubbed
my toe.

I'm moaning in my
misery
'Cause I was having
fun,
I think I'll take an
aspirin.
My cheerful day is
done.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Darryl Ashton Jul 13

I've seen great changes through
the years,
Some good, some bad, some
funny.
With 'Goodbye ounces' hello
grams'
And total change of money.

No sixpences and threepenny
bits,
No half crowns in the billing,
For Scouts no longer 'bob a
job'
Guides 'willing for a shilling'.

No Fahrenheit, just Centigrade,
No gallons, only litres,
And no one runs one hundred
yards,
For now it's all in metres.

These changes cause me
no distress,
With others I'm defensive -
So many things we used to
say
These days are found
offensive.

Maybe they're right and
we were wrong.
It's something of a mystery.
Will present 'right' be future
'wrong'?
We'll leave it all to history.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Darryl Ashton Jul 12

I do not know you, little
one,
So many miles from here,
And I cannot begin to
imagine,
The terror and the fear.

I see the words of 'nerve
gas'
And the horror it can
cause,
And feel ashamed that a
tiny child,
Has been caught up in
grown-up wars.

Your desperate eyes look
out at me,
From a cruel and different
world,
And all that I can offer you,
Are empathetic words.

Words of true compassion,
That make my sad heart
bleed,
Words that at your tender
age,
You will never read.

I want to stretch my arms
out,
So you feel my warm
embrace,
And show you all the
love there is,
In the human race.

And I want to offer
you comfort,
To lift you from your
fate.
But I sit in fear that
little one,
It may all be too late.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

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