"DISSAPOINTMENT.

DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENTS ARE SO FRUSTRATING.

TESTING OUR PACIENCE LOTS OF LONG WAITING.

I HAD ONE THIS WEEK FOR 11AM.

WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR IT WAS JUST LIKE MAY-EM.

SEATS ALL FULL UP,SO I HAD TO STAND.

NO SPACE AT ALL,NOT WHAT I DID PLAN.

ABOUT FIFITEEN MINUTES I THOUGHT I WOULD BE.

THEN ON MY JOURNEY THE PRESS TO SEE.

I HAD WRITTEN  A RHYME FOR MY FRIENDS  BIRTHDAY.

WITH PHOTOGRAPH TOO TO BE PRINTED OH!-LAY!

THE SURGERY FULL,I WAS LAST IN LINE.

WOULD DOCTOR BE QUICK SO I GOT THIER ON TIME.

I PACIENTLY WAITED,AS NAMES WERE CALLED OUT.

MY NERVES ALL FRAYED I WANTED TO SHOUT.

HURRY UP DOC NOW ,THE CLOCKS TICKING BY.

WATCHING INTENSLY WITH A KEEN EYE.

IT'S HALF PAST ELEVEN AND STILL MANY THERE.

SOME NOW HAVE LEFT SO I PULL UP A CHAIR.

A FRIEND I DO SEE,SO WE BOTH START TO CHAT.

SHE WANTS A FORM SIGNING TO GET  A NEW FLAT.

MY FRIENDS NAMES CALLED OUT,WHEN I TAKE A LOOK ROUND.

ALL HAS GONE QUIET THERE ISN'T A SOUND

ANOTHER QUICK GLANCE AT THE CLOCK ON THE WALL.

OH! HOW I WISH DOCTOR WOULD GIVE ME A CALL.

MY FRIEND RE-APPEARS THE DOCTOR SHE'S SEEN.

FORTY FIVE MINUTES I NOTICE I'VE BEEN.

 MY NAME ECHO'S OUT, AROUND THE BARE ROOM.

AT LAST I'LL BE HEANDING UP THE TOWN SOON.

I THEN MUST REALY HURRY AT A FAST PACE.

BEEN ALMOST AN HOUR IT'S SUCH A DISGRACE.

THE DEADLINE FOR PRINTS IN  THE LOCAL NEWS.

IS ALMOST IN SIGHT AND I'M FEELING THE BLUE'S .

MY WATCH SAY'S IT'S TWO MINS TO  TWELVE RIGHT NOW.

IVE GOT TO MAKE IT ON TIME SOMEHOW.

I ENTER THE BUILDING,AND GET OUT MY RHYME.

SORRY SHE  SAYS TOO  LATE IT'S  NOON TIME.

I PLEAD, BUT  SHE STILL SAYS,  NO IT'S TOO LATE.

SO HOME DISSAPOINTED,BECAUSE OF MY WAIT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"WORTH IT FOR CHRISTMAS DAY"

SHINY DULL SPARKLY PIECES.

SMOOTH AND CRINKLY SOME THAT

CREASES.

RED BLUE GREEN AND GOLD.

LOTS OF THIS THE SHOPS HAVE SOLD.

YES! CHRISTMAS WRAPPING I'M TALKING OF.

TO COVER OUR GIFTS WE SEND WITH LOVE.

AT THIS SPECIAL TIME IT'S HARD TO THINK.

WHAT GIFTS TO BUY WHAT FOOD AND DRINK.

TOYS FOR THE CHILDREN,ALONG WITH SOME SWEETS.

WE ALL LOOK FORWARD TO CHRISTMAS TREATS.

SOCKS  FOR DAD AND PERFUME FOR MUM.

SHOPPING AT THIS TIME IS NOT ALWAYS FUN.

LISTS ARE AS LONG AS A WASHING LINE.

AND MINES EVEN LONGER THIS CHRISTMAS TIME.

I'VE SPENT ALL MY MONEY GIFTS ARE ALL GOT.

IT'S TIME NOW TO SIT AND WRAP UP THE LOT.

DADS IN LOVELY SHINY BLUE.

WITH A BIG GOLD BOW AND A CURL OR TWO.

MUMS IN CRINKLY SHINY GOLD.

WITH A STAR SHAPED CARD ON BRIGHT AND BOLD.

THE CHILDRENS IN SMOOTH RED BLUE AND GREEN.

WITH PICTURES OF SANTA CLAUSE IN BETWEEN.

AUNTIES SISTERS AND UNCLES TOO.

MAYBE IN STRIPES OF RED WHITE AND BLUE.

THE COLOURS ARE ENdLESS THERES SO MUCH CHOISE.

WHETHER IT BE FOR GIRLS OR BOYS.

WHEN THEIR ALL WRAPPED UP BENEATH THE TREE.

THEY LOOK DELIGHTFUL FOR ALL TO SEE.

THEN CHRISTMAS MORN COMES AND THERE HANDED OUT.

AND THE CHILDREN BEGIN TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.

THE WRAPPING OF GIFTS HAS BEEN ALL WORTH WHILE.

TO SEE JOY ON THERE FACES THER WONDERFUL SMILE.

SO WHAtEVER THE COLOUR OR PRICE WE PAY.

IT'S ALL BEEN "WORTH IT FOR CHRISTMAS DAY".

 

 

 

 

"IN OUR SPARE TIME"

WE ALL NEED SOMEONE SOMETIME.

I'M PRETTY SURE IT'S TRUE.

SO HERES A RHYME TO THANK YOU ALL.

JUST FOR BEING YOU.

YOU TELL US MANY TROUBLES .

SOME NICE THINGS TOO AS WELL.

AND MOST OF ALL YOUR JOURNALS.

HAVE LOTS OF THINGS TO TELL

WHEN I CLICK ON AND READ THEM.

ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO

I'M STUCK TO MY COMPUTER.

NEVER FEELING BLUE.

PICTURES ARE SO VIVID.

HERE RIGHT IN MY MIND.

OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD TODAY.

WHO ARE SO VERY KIND.

THEY SAY THE INTERNETS BAD FOR US.

WELL SOME THINGS ARE I KNOW.

BUT NOT THE AOL JOURNALS.

I REALY LOVE THEM SO.

LIKE NOW I'M WRITNG RHYME AGAIN.

TO PASS THE LONELY HOURS.

INSTEAD OF DOING GARDENING.

AND GROWING SUMMER FLOWERS.

I DID A GARDENING JOURNAL.

LAST YEAR ON AOL.

BUT IT TOOK ALL MY MEMORY UP.

IT SLOWED UP I COULD TELL.

SO DELEATED IT IN EARNEST.

AND POOTER WAS BACK TO NORM.

I LEFT ALONE FOR QUITE A WHILE.

BUT NOW I'M BACK ON FORM.

SO ONCE  AGAIN I THANK YOU ALL.

FOR GIVING ME SUCH JOY.

AND HOPE WHOEVER READS MY RHYME.

MAY DO ONE ON THIER TOY.

WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT THEM.

OUR POOTERS I DON'T  KNOW.

SO ALL OF YOU GET CRACKING.

AND GO  GO  GO  GO  GO!!

KEEP UP THE AOL BLOGGING

IT REALY IS A MUST.

IT KEEPS OUR MINDS TICKING OVER.

ALL SUBJECTS WER'E NOT FUSSED.

SO HAPPY BLOGGING EVERYONE.

GOOD LUCK TO YOU FROM ME.

AND MAYBE WHEN YOUVE FINISHED.

I'LL BROWSE AND I MIGHT SEE.

IT'S GETTING VERY LATE NOW.

SO I  MUST TAKE MY STAND.

AND CLOSE DOWN FOR ANOTHER DAY.

I'M A  TIRED ASTORIASAND.

(GOOD NIGHT AND GODBLESS YOU ALL!!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"LITTLE CASPER"

HE LAYS IN HIS BASKET SO COMFY AND WARM.

ANGELIC LOOKING INSIDE HIM NO HARM.

SMALL SPARKLY EYES PEEP THROUGH HIS HAIR.

LOOKS UP SYMPETHETIC,AT MASTER IN CHAIR.

IS IT TIME YET HE SEEMS TO SAY WITH A SIGH.

HE;S BEEN WAITING AGES THE TIME TO PASS BY.

BUTTON NOSE TWITCHING WONDERING WHEN.

AUNTIE KATH WILL CALL AND HE CANS sHOW THEn.

JUST HOW HE PERFOMS AT HIS MASTERS COMMAND.

OBEYING THE SIGNS FROM HER STERN POINTINg HAND.

SCURRYING ROUND ON HIS SHORT LITTLE LEGS.

HE KNOWS HE WON'T GET IF HE SCROUNGES AND BEGS.

HE'S GOT TO BE GOOD SIT UP NICE AND STRAIGHT.

BALANCEING THIER AND HE'S  BEEN TOLD TO WAIT.

THEN SHE LETS GO AND SAYS "GOOD BOY  AGAIN".

MONTHS IT HAS TAKEN FOR HER TO TRAIN.

SHE'S SMACKED AND SHE'S SHOUTED NO THIS AND NO THAT.

SOMETIME SHE'D WISHED THAT HE'D BEEN A CAT.

IT WON'T BE LONG NOW AS IT'S NOT FAR OFF SEVEN.

AUNTIE KATH WILL CALL IN AND HE'LL BE IN HEAVEN.

SHE'LL LOOK IN HER BAG AND GET OUT A CHEW.

HE'S WAiTED SO LONG, HE KNOWS ONE IS DUE.

ORDERS DEMANDS WILL ALL START AGAIN.

I BET HE JUST THINKS HIS MASTERS A PAIN.

SIT UP NOW STOP THIER AND WAIT TILL I SAY.

IT'S THE LAST ONE AS WELL YOUR GETTING TODAY.

HE SEEMS TO LOOK UP CHEWING IT FASTER.

AND THANKS GOD FOR GIVING HIM A GOOD MASTER.

FINISHED HIS TREAT HE LIES DOWN FOR A REST.

KNOWING HIS MASTER IS ONE OF THE BEST.

GO  SLEEP NOW casper, AS I WANT TO TALK.

WHEN AUNTIE KATHS GONE WE'LL GO FOR A WALK.

HE DIVES IN HIS BED AS QUIET AS A MOUSE.

BET HE'S SO PLEASED HE LIVES AT THIS HOUSE.

WHEN AUNTIE  KATH LEAVES HE GIVES OUT A BARK.

COME ON MASTER IT'S TIME FOR THE PARK.

 

(this was a poem wrote for my sister.

and her yokshire terrier casper.)

"A NEW BABY AT OUR HOUSE"

"WEV'E GOT A NEW BABY AT OUR HOUSE TODAY".

A CUTE LITTLE BOY,I'M HAPPY TO SAY.

TEN TINY FINGERS AND TEN TINY TOES.

AND JUST THE SWEETEST BUTTON NOSE.

HE'S BEEN HANGING ROUND FOR NINE MONTHS NOW.

AND I DON'T KNOW HOW IV'E MANAGED SOMEHOW.

WITH THREE OTHER CHIDREN TO LOOK AFTER TOO.

SOME DAYS IV'E  FELT OH! SO BLUE.

SO NOW HE'S ARRIVED I'M IN A TIZZY.

I KNOW HE'LL KEEP ME VERY BUSY.

WITH BOTTLES TO FILL AND NAPPIES TO DO,

AS  NEW BABY'S ONLY DRINK AND POOH! 

SLEEPING HIS TOP KNOT OFF ALL DAY.

HE'S BEEN REALY GOOD EVERY DAY.

THE CHILDREN JUST WILL NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE.

THEY JUST COULDN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO COME HOME.

ALL DRESSED UP IN SHADES OF BLUE.

HE LOOKED A PICTURE I'M TELLING YOU.

HE SUCKS HIS THUMB AND SCREWS UP HIS NOSE.

AND HE GIRGLES WHEN WE TICKLE HIS TOES.

CUDDLES AND KISSES THEY  BRING YOU great JOY.

I THANK GOD ABOVE FOR MY LITTLE BOY.

"WEVE GOT A NEW BABY AT OUR HOUSE TODAY"

AND WE'RE OVER THE MOON I'M PROUD TO SAY.

(I WROTE THIS POEM,AFTER THE BIRTH OF MY FOURTH AND LAST CHILD)

GARETH I NAMED HIM.

 

 

 

"A GIRL WHO CARN'T SAY NO!" JULIA.

I KNOW OF "A  GIRL WHO CARN'T SAY NO!"

WHATEVER THE PROJECT SHE'LL HAVE A GO.

SHE WORKS FULL TIME AS A MANAGERESS.

AND MANY MORE HOURS I MUST CONFESS.

UP AT DAWN TO FOLLOW HER HOME.

AND I HAVE NEVER HEARD HER MOAN.

JAM MAKEING CAKE BAKEING IN HER SPARE HOURS.

THE MAKEING ALSO OF MARZIPAN FLOWERS.

FOR WEDDING CAKES AND BIRTHDAYS TOO. 

CHRISTENING CAKES ALSO IN PINK WHITE OR BLUE.

BIBLES FOR CHRISTIANS IF THATS YOUR CHOICE.

FOOTBALL CAKES TOO FOR MEN AND  YOUNG BOYS.

HER PARTNERS HAD SURGERY  RECENTLY.

WHO SHE'S ALSO ,FOUND TIME TO ATTEND TO WHEN FREE.

WHERE SHE GETS ALL HER ENERGY FROM.

I JUST DON'T KNOW, COS SHE'S NEVER DONE.

WHATEVER YOUR PROBLEM  SHE'LL OFFER AN HAND

EVEN WHEN SHE'S IN DEMAND.

SHE'S MANAGED JUST LATELY TO GET ON THE NET.

SO EVEN FINDS TIME  SOME  BARGAINS TO VET.

ON E. BAY THE SITE WHERE EVERYONE GOES.

HER NEXT JOB BEING "WELL WHO KNOWS"

THE PHONE THEN WILL RING SAYING COMPANY ARE DUE.

NO PROBLEM! SHE COOKS UP A MEAL OR TWO.

NEXT MORNING SHE'S UP AGAIN OFF BY SEVEN.

THE RESTARAUNT TO OPEN I THINK BY ELEVEN.

FRYING FISH , SKINNING,WITH TATTIES  TO CHOP.

WHEN SHE ARRIVES AT THE  BUSY FISH SHOP.

SHE'S TAKEING IN  ORDERS FOR THIS AND  FOR THAT.

STILL WITH THE CUSTOMER  SHE FINDS TIME TO CHAT.

THEN OFF TO SEE SISTER IN YORK OR HULL.

HER ROTA EACH DAY IS ALWAYS FULL

SHE'S AN AVID FAN OF  AN IMPERSONATOR.

SO SOMETIMES GETS OUT AND SAYS  SEE YOU LATER.

A FEW NICE DRINKS AND A LAUGH OR TWO.

THIS SHORT BREAK STOPS HER FEELING BLUE.

BECAUSE  AS I SAID  I DON'T HEAR HER MOAN.

AND IS BUSY AGAIN WHEN SHE GETS BACK HOME.

 SO I THINK"A  GIRL WHO CARN'T SAY NO".

DESERVES A MEDAL.DON'T YOU THINK SO ?

(THIS VERSE IS DEDICATED TO SOMEONE I ADMIRE).

 

 

 

 

"COLD SNOW IN WINTER"

WHITE! COLD! COVERING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.

THE SNOW HAS FALLEN THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.

THE TABLE  AND BENCHES ARE LAYERED ON TOP.

I'LL HAVE TO GO OUT AND CLEAR THE LOT.

EVERYTHINGS WILTED AND FROZEN THROUGH.

THE SHRUBS  ARE ALL DROOPING AND ALL LIMP TOO.

I'LL HAVE TO GET OUT MY WOOLEY SOCKS

GO  SEE  TO THE POND AND CLEAR THE ROCKS.

PUT ON MY BOOTS AND WARM THICK COAT.

MAKE SURE THE BALL IN THE PONDS AFLOAT.

DON'T WANT IT  ICED  OVER SO  FISH CAN BREATH.

SWIMMING AROUND UNDERNEATH.

ICICLE'S FORMED ON MY WINDOW SILL.

THIERS NOTHING MOVING ALL IS STILL.

IT'S PRETTY TO LOOK AT ALL SHIMMERING WHITE.

SPARKLING LIKE JEWELS A MOST PRETTY SIGHT.

DROPPING OFF BRANCHES HERE AND THERE.

REVEALING THE BARK,NO LEAVES SIMPLY BARE.

FOOTPRINTS FROM SPARROWS BLUE TIT AND FINCH.

SOME PECKING AWAY A NUT TRYING TO CLINCH.

I'LL PUT OUT SOME WATER AND FATTY CAKE.

FOR ALL  TO ENJOY TO PICK UP AND TAKE.

TO THIER NESTS WAY UP HIGH,IN THE EVES ALL SNOWBOUND.

TWITTERING YOUNG ONES ALL WAITING AROUND.

WINTER'S A SEASON I SOON HOPE WILL PASS.

AS QUICK AS CAN BE AS THE LAKES GET  LIKE GLASS.

AND  NO MATTER HOW COLD AND WHITE THE SNOW LOOKS.

IT STILL LOOKS MUCH BETTER ON POSTCARDS AND BOOKS.

SO ROLL ON NEXT SPRING,AS QUICK AS CAN BE.

THIS "COLD SNOW IN WINTER'S" TOO BITTER FOR ME.