I have a philosophical view of life, and cannot help seeing the funny side of situations. I hope my humourous poems reflect this.
We went to Aldeburgh for the day
with a coach full of silver walkers,
although I really have to say
some were also very good talkers!
We walked for miles through fields and woods
and we didn’t even need our brollies!
We never needed to put up our hoods
like we have done on our other jollies.
On with my coat and walking shoes,
the dogs are ready to go,
but the sky has turned a dark shade of grey
and it looks like it might snow.
Here comes the rain –
and here I’m staying!
Off with my coat and settled down again
to wait for the shower to stop.
It’s now raining cats and dogs, and even hail
has caught us all on the hop.
Down comes the rain –
no walk yet, it’s plain.
I love a frosty Monday morning like today under a clear blue sky –
apart from the friendly robin in the bushes over there,
there’s no-one in the world about except my dog and I,
and our breath is steaming from us both in the fresh and icy air.
Such is retirement on a Monday –
almost as good as being a Sunday!
“I’ve got a good joint of pork for you today”
my friendly butcher down the road used to say.
“I saved it ‘specially for you, my dear,
and some special lamb chops, so never fear,
you won’t go hungry this week, my sweet.”
We don’t have that sort of custom today –
we just go to the supermarket, then to pay.
All our meat is packaged, clean and scanned –
we’ll buy what looks good, and what’s close to hand.
We don’t bother to go far down the street.
