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Let me go back to 2019
When I played mock mayor
And was wigged in wool hair.
My hubby was wearing
A gown with great bearing
Cross dressed
In his best
In straw hat with beard
While his words were heard
Speaking prattle and tosh
To a crowd all a hush
Paraded the iron market
With oyez oyez, harked
A speech for the day
The people to play
Drink and be glutton
And eat best mutton
Till the end of the day
With nothing to pay.
Mock mayor on that day.
To the world on display…..
A pineapple
Spikey
Neither apple nor pine
Grows on a bush
Causes a hush
When you see it
Juicy and sweet
Packed with yellow pulp
Delicious with cream
Or in an upside down cake.
Pineapple sponge
And custard
Delicious.
My minds a maze
The world’s a haze
Memories topple
Like a worm in an apple.
Lost in a haze
Into distance I gaze
Thoughts that occur
Do not always concur.
Finding a thread
That just ends up dead
Seeing a face
But don’t know it’s place?
Older I get
The more…?
I forget.
Speed, race
Fly with grace
Up and down
Spinning fast
Curving roads
Peddling hard
Up the mountains
Climbing passes
Into valleys
Over bridges.
Town and village
Country roads
Next to rivers
Oceans, forests
Always chasing
Passing, pacing
Tour de France
Yellow, you’re winning!
Yellow petals
Flag in grass
Filigree of leaves
A spidery web of filaments.
Daisy reflections
Crumpled and dying
Leaving the world
With less colour
Seed head to come
Holding yellow inside it
Hoping to grow
And glow
Next
Year.
Floating in the sky
A pigeon
on a chimney
High.
Floating on a breeze
Greenery and trees.
Floating up above
Roof and gutter
I hear you mutter….
Floating up and up…
Keeping himself clean
Soft and shiny fur
He likes to be seen
It makes him purr
Sharpening his claws too
That’s what you have to do.
When you are a black and white cat.
Not too thin, not too fat.
Just lovely, friendly, neat
with neatly washed feet x
Leaves leave
Leafy loss
Trees shiver
Bare branches shake.
Wind blows
Northern ice
Frost burns
Firey colours
Through your crown.
Here today
Gone tomorrow….
Gold, red and green….
Brown
Mulch.
Roundabout or Carousel
Galloping over ground
Chasing round in circles
Dancing up and down,
Riding high with friendly faces,
Horses in Derby races!
Round again and cantering fast
Now your on the home stretch
Past the winning post at last!
He’s in there,
curled up,
asleep,
he fell in love
with this bag.
Soft blue dreams,
wafting from its open top.
Watch out cat,
feet pass you,
within inches,
but you are not disturbed.
You sleep on,
chasing toy mice,
feathered toys,
racing against jaguars and tigers.
Feeling Fleet footed.
Curled up, warm,
happy paws.
Mallaband-Brown