Please do not teach grandmother
how to **** eggs, you see,
Your attitude is not her cup of tea!
It's brass monkeys outside
and I'm frozen to bits,
For crying out loud, now that is it!

"Keep your hair on!"
my brother did shout,
My knickers got twisted
as I paced about.
Everything was quite tickety-boo,
Until that old chestnut
came out of the blue!

"Oh my giddy aunt!"
I fell to my knees and cried,
The spanner was thrown,
as my plans went awry.
But when Bob's your uncle,
it will all work out fine,
With a piece of cake,
It will be sorted in no time!

I said "Put a sock in it!"
to all of the noise,
While listening the boys
argue over their toys.
Then off I went,
with a sigh and a jog,
To go and see a man about a dog.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Set aside your fight ,
Forget about your might,
Can you see the fading light ?
Nothing now appears bright.
Yes,     you are right !
Everything's out of sight.
So, Please keep quiet ;
Kindly go to bed, Good night.

The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
The sun does not come and go,
The moon does not come and go.
I doubt of the true shape of the sun,
Thinking about eternity is not fun,
And the moon and the earth are not round;
They are shapeless. We are bound
To fail exponentially and to succeed moderately.
Time never leaves, time is funny,
Unlike the clock, it follows a straight line,
Never stops, never breaks and is always fine.
Death is the end of the retirement,
It is the beginning of a new testament.
The end of something is the beginning of another,
Should we remember how many times
That the child has been a sophomore, a senior?
At birth, we were reminded by countless chimes
Of life, that there is an end to everything,
And there is always a new beginning.
The constant ending of matters sends the wrong message,
Always remember that life is a passage.
We move on from one state to another,
It is mind-boggling that we’re always thinking about the future.

The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis