In their finest

Fairground, Poetry
Salford, 9th January 2019

On a Sunday morning,

In the bright sunshine

You’ll see them all

In their finest

Taking a walk

With husband or wife

Along with the children,

Escaping the strife

No work for the blacksmith

The shops are all closed

They’ve all been to church

So a walk is proposed

And while making their way

To the local town fair

Some humbugs and sweets

The family will share

As mum and dad rest

In their boaters and hats

The children play games

With the balls and their bats

Five more days of Christmas

Christmas, Holidays, Life, Poetry, Schooldays

Salford 2nd January 2019

#christmas #newyear

If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason

Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit

But just what do you do after new year ?

Back to work or school after two weeks away

If you’re a kid all you want to do is play

With all those toys you pulled with name under tree

And played all week , your time is free

But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you

And work says mum and dad is needed too

While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys

That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy

Mis-shapes

Food, Poetry

18th August 2018

#chocolate

They’re the bits of your favourite chocolate bars

that didn’t quite make it past quality control

chocolate covered clumped raisins

meet up with lumps of honeycomb

and those dolly mixtures, that shot past the bag

but didn’t hit the factory floor

producing a chocolate surprise – white or brown

sold in bags in each and every town

no search for perfection here – its sold at cost price

but kids they go for it – it tastes just as nice!

Tantrum!

Acrostic, Childhood, Life, Poetry

Tantrum

Salford , 29th April 2018

That could be a whirlwind, running round the house

and then again – it could be one of the younger members of your brood

now,  you could engage a short sharp shock – but

then again – you would be crestfallen within half an hour

restrict the Tasmanian devil to his room

Until the time – he runs out of energy

Might be as nice as pie to you in no time

!note – he’ll have forgotten about what set him off too!

Messy

Childhood, Family, Growing up, Poetry

Messy

It might look like world war three has arrived in the kitchen

but in reality , a masterpiece has been created

sticky fingers and flour dust on kitchen tops

even more on the cupboard doors and floor

colourful paintwork adorned on the table tops

while the finished article hangs on the refrigerator door

and all created to send out a message

“Happy Mothers Day!”