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Back To School

And so the scram is imminent
In the back to school shop hell
With kids all moaning in the aisles
As Mums and Dads all yell
At their sweet little Darlings
After the long summer break
In an attempt to kit them out
As school return’s at stake

And thus chaos ensues as
The holidays run out
Midst toil and strife and much to do
And racket as Mum shouts
At Dad who in turn rants a bit
At Jonny and at Sue
Less pity the poor shop keeper
In such hullabaloo

But when alls done and all is said
They’ll return scrubbed up great
In blazers hanging round their toes
And shoes shined up first rate
And hair cuts cropped; pencils sharpened
Looking their damnedest best
Whilst parents breathe a relieved sigh
And say ‘Give me a rest’

New Forest

We’re going on our holidays
We’re heading out down south
To lands where ponies graze at will
Quite near to Beaulieu’s mouth

To wander in the forest
Meander near a stream
To walk amongst a jewel in crown
To live and breathe the dream

Where heath rolls out before the eye
And coppice rolls into
A forest that dates back through years
And really’s far from “New”

And for a few days wrapped in peace
We’ll take a little while
To enjoy such magnificence
And beauty with a smile

School’s Out For Summer

School’s out for summer
The kids are really glad
Grandma’s baking extra cakes
And smiles have replaced sad
As teacher’s get a well earnt break
And Mum and Dad get space
To not be rushed to fit it all
Into the big rat race

And road users say “Praise the Lord”
Until the schools go back
Cos they’ll get there in double time
With empty lanes and tracks
And shop keepers rub greedy mitts
Thinking of all the sales
As kids sprout through the summer months
And clothes depart their rails

So that by 1st September
When it’s time to return
Each child is cloaked in uniform
That says it’s time to learn
And also time to grow again
To have a chance to fit
Into the oversized jumper
And all other school kit

But for now let’s enjoy them
The holidays that is
Even though in a few short days
All will be in a tizz
With parents pulling out their hair
And cursing just how tough
It is to occupy young minds
Swearing they’ve had enough!

Sofa Surfing

It’s time to surf the sofa
To park and not to move
To chill out and relax a bit
Get in the weekend groove
And then when Monday comes around
We’ll galvanise with glee
To make plans for the next weekend
And time with family

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND 🙂

 

Welcome Home

He’s coming home, Hip Hip Hooray
He’ll be here pretty soon
From foreign lands so far away
Arriving after noon

And though we think it will be fab
To have him back in fold
There’s one thing that we know for sure
He’s gonna feel quite cold

For from the tropics where he’s been
To here in England’s climes
The temperature is somewhat less
Though hot not so sublime

And smelly – yes he will be that
So pegs are ready too
As well as throne to sit upon
An indoor modern loo!

For three weeks trekking out of town
Through mud and mountains wild
Will possibly have made him stink
Save make him man from child

But less all that we cannot wait
To see him – oh what joy
With celebrations to the fore
To welcome home our boy!

Coming Home

British Summertime

The weather’s heating up
The sun is out and high
On summer’s sultry promises
Of warmth up to July

For then the rain will turn up
As children go on break
To wash away the holidays
And summer in its wake

So make the most of May
And maybe also June
Because just in a blink of eye
It will be gone too soon

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Birthday Candles

Birthday candles, burning bright
Enough to set the house alight
And give sufficient heat to still
Warm up the room lest pay the bill
“For how many?”  I hear you say
“So many candles for one day!”
But fear not though through C O 2
We’ll sing happy birthday to you!

Part of this year's twenty. Geez, I'm getting old.

Part of this year’s twenty. Geez, I’m getting old. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Bosky Wood

It won’t be long til you can go
Down in the bosky wood
To see a new year sprout again
With leaves in bud; hear birds’ refrain
Imbue the spring air good

Where lambs will jump up through the air
And Daffs blow on the breeze
Where life will rise up from the ground
To herald in the season sound
From hibernation’s freeze

And there above the canopy
The sun will start to climb
Up in the sky with greater strength
With warmth kept no more at arm’s length
By hailing in springtime

The Bosky Wood

 

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part VII

But frozen to his Christmas tree
The Partridge fails to move
As swans-a-swimming then arrive
To join the festive groove

The swans-a-swimming bring with them
A hot tub – pure delight
A hot tub and a beak box there
Oh my!  That’s quite a sight!

They fill it up and climb on in
To swim around the lawn
All birds of flock now having fun
Though Partridge is forlorn

“How can it be?” he says out loud
“I sit here in my tree
And all I ask is for some calm
And some tranquillity”

But now the word has spread afar
With tweets on twitter too
That partridge and his merry flock
Are hosting quite a do

And A Partridge In a Pear Tree: Part 1 – A Partridge

Have you looked and seen the partridge?
Sat up in the pear tree
He’s frozen to the branches cold
And hasn’t had his tea

But in truth he’s rather dotty
At least a little odd
For what bird sits in a pear tree
In mid winter – crazy sod!

So bless him the poor old partridge
Pretty cold; out of pears
Bet he’d happily come inside
To go below the stairs

There cook will make him warm again
And oh so very hot
For we all know what she will do
She’ll put him in the pot

And that will be the end of
The partridge in the tree
But at least it will also end
The leftover turkey!

For the twelve days of Christmas from 25th December to 5th January we will be posting a twelve part poem with a different look at an old classic.  Why not stop by each day to see what’s happening to our dear Old Partridge and journey with him through the festive season.  Happy Christmas one and all 🙂