Puddy tat
Sleepy cat
What do you dream of?
Sugar mice
Things that are nice
Salmon and spice
He settled down
To rest and dream
Settled and calm.
Sleeping like a charm.
Sleepy tat
Tag: Rhyme
A heart
A heart in the bottom of my mucky mug.
Like a parchment map of old
Stained shape of hidden treasure
And a bit like Plutos bold
Heart impaled on its frosty ground
Making it’s tiny world go round
Hearts bring me cheer
Makes me remember
He once was here.
So I write a poem to remind me
While on the cooker I’m burning tea!
Tired and achy
Everything aches
From head to foot
From face to hips
And shaking limbs
Are causing pain.
An ache that grows
And makes me frown.
I must relax
And need to rest
To give me health
Again, at last…
Threads challenge
A threader had dared people to write a poem using the word socks.
I came up with this :
My socks fell round my ankles
As the elastic was worn
It’s really not a good look
And I should have sworn
But I was in an interview
Trying for a job
So I hid my legs very quickly
And decided to shut my gob!
Very silly I know! Hope you laugh!
Spelling…
My friend Esther Chiltons weekly limerick prompt this week was to use the word SPELL somewhere in the five line rhyme. I was rather pleased with what I came up with so here it is…
The witch of the wood cast a spell
But no one could easily tell
For she’d been mistaken
Used the wrong incantation
And turned her broom into a well!
This way
What way do I go?
Left or right, don’t know
The path of life ain’t straight
It tangles round my feet
Like the lyrics of a song
Don’t know it’s length, how long?
I’ll be upon this earth
But I hope it’s full of mirth!
Another year almost gone…
Time flies, life goes on
Hurt and pain are never gone
Somewhat diminished
But still living here
Coiled round my heart
With everything dear.
Life seen in chunks
Days weeks and months
One year follows another
Some I can smother
Forgetting the pain
But then it rises again.
My life will continue
My future uncertain
Draw back the veil
Open the curtain
On next year’s adventures
And will I have dentures?
(well I couldn’t find a better rhyme…!)
On a quiet day
On a quiet day
The world can stay
Bound in a shroud
No need to unwrap
Or unstrap
The troubles on my back.
I’ll rest my eyes
As time slowly flies
Through the open windows.
The sky is grey
And I can’t say
If my troubles have dwindled.
I need repair
And real self care
To haul me through my sadness
Without that care, a real nightmare
Will send me into madness.
So quiettude is what I seek.
No loud hurrahs
No rowdy bars
Just me, alone, asleep.
Long day
Been to choir twice today
Morning songs, evening tunes
Now I’m tired and so I lay
On the chair, ready to sleep.
Music gave me a good day
Raised my spirits up in joy
Made me feel less dark I’d say
Summer returned
When that music did play…
Scone
Cherry Scone with jam and cream.
Tasty treat makes me beam!
But how do you pronounce this fodder?
Which pronunciation is odder?
Call it a scone?
Once eaten it’s gone!
Call it a scone?
To rhyme with stone?
But surely that’s fake?
It’s then a rock cake!
Mallaband-Brown 