WAKEY WAKEY!!
I WAS FEELING MUCH BETTER TUESDAY FRIENDS SO SOME GARDENING TO DO I THOUGHT.
I HAD LEFT IT FOR OVER A WEEK NOW SO I REALY THOUGHT THAT I OUGHT.
SO I'M TRYING ANOTHER POSTING TODAY THANKYOU FOR ALL YOUR TIPS .
AND SUGGESTIONS ON MY GLASSES PROBLEM HAVE YOU GOT ANY FOR FAT LIPS.
COS I TROD ON MY GARDEN RAKE ACCIDENTLY AND UP CAME THE RUDDY STAKE.
IT HIT ME A BULLS EYE ON FOREHEAD AND MOUTH TO MAKE SURE I WAS WIDE AWAKE.
I PICKED UP THE RAKE FRIENDS AND THREW IT THE LENGTH OF THE FLIPPING LAWN.
SWEARING AND CURSING I FELT QUITE DAZED NOT KNOWING IF NIGHT TIME OR DAWN.
MY MOUTH IT STARTED TO THROB AND ACHE SO I WENT INDOORS TO LOOK.
GOODNESS ME A PAIR OF CAR INNERTUBES FROM A MOTORISTS BOOK.
I GRINNED IN THE MIRROR TO CHECK TO SEE IF ALL MY TEETH WERE INTACT.
THANK GOODNESS THEY WERE BUT A LUMP LIKE AN EGG ON MY FOREHEAD WAS NOW THERE IN FACT.
IT EVEN CAUGHT MY LEFT BREAST AS IT FLEW UP SO I FEEL I'VE BEEN IN THE WARS.
SORE EYE SORE NOSE TWO FAT LIPS SORE BREAST NOT MENTIONING ALL OTHER FLAWS.
MY MIND THEN TURNED TO THE ROOSTER AS THIS WEEK HE BOUGHT ME A STRIMMER.
NO FEAR I AM NOT USING THAT NOW OR THINGS MIGHT END UP MUCH GRIMMER.
KNOWING MY LUCK I'D PROBABLY END UP STRIMMING MY TOES OFF BOTH FEET.
INSTEAD OF THE LONG GRASS AT THE EDGES TRYING TO MAKE IT NEAT.
SO IT LOOKS LIKE SOLITARY CONFINEMENT AGAIN I CARN'T GO OUT LOOKING LIKE THIS.
FOLKS WILL THINK I HAVE FELL FROM THE SKY OR KEELED OVER COMING HOME P------ HE-HE.
I CARN'T SAY HOW I AM MANAGEING TO LAUGH AS I'M FEELING SO LOW.
EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE GOING WRONG AM I ROTTING I REALY DON'T KNOW.
WELL ANYWAY I HAVE DECIDED I'M SURELY NOT GOING TO BE BET.
SO IV'E SHOOK MY FEATHERS THIS MORNING FOLKS RELAXED AND I'M READY TO GET.
BACK READING AND COMMENTING AND THE GARDEN IS JUST GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT.
BECAUSE TRYING A BIT OF GARDENING I HAVE ENDED UP IN A WORSE STATE.
I WAS TOLD IN MY EARLY DAYS OF J/LAND I WAS A WALKING DISASTER.
IT'S A WONDER MY BODY ISN'T ALL COVERED FROM TOP TO TOE IN PLASTER .
SO THE RAKE IS IN THE DOG HOUSE NOW AND THE STRIMMER I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
THE GREEN GRASS IS WET THROUGH IT'S POURING DOWN SO I'LL JUST IGNORE LET IT GROW.
IV'E A PLASTER ACCROSS THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE SO MY GLASSES CANNOT RUB.
THE BRUISE ON MY HEAD IS COVERED IN MARGARINE IV'E RUBBED ON FROM THE TUB. HE-HE
MY MICK JAGGER RUBBER LIPS WILL GO DOWN GIVEN A LITTLE TIME.
SO I THINK I AM BETTER OFF SAT AT THE POOTER WRITING " MY SIMPLE RHYMES" HE-HE.
