Black Friday
Day of gluttony
Of greed and mass excess
Of crowds; of lost souls; stupidity
And silly covetousness
Forgetting that they just don’t need
This stuff they stop to buy
Where hearts are trampled on to boost
Profits in shops sky high
And whilst the smug economy
Rubs hands with greedy might
Those fools who’ve spent what they don’t have
Will not sleep well tonight
They stand in the street bickering
Remonstrating with tetchy brats
Sit incommunicado in the coffee house
With sleepy children
Nagging, moaning, exhausted
Tired of each other’s company
Yet unable to catch a break
Wishing bedtime would arrive quickly
Desperate for their own space
Yet constrained by duty
Arguing over tomorrow’s schedules
Swimming lesson agendas
And they call this the best time of their life
When the children are young
For how time will fly
And I think …. for their sakes
And maybe mine as well
Thank God!
Don’t take your kids to Tesco
They’ll get under your feet
They’ll cost a bloomin’ fortune
As they moan and beg for sweets
Don’t take your kids to Tesco
They’ll drive you mad for sure
They’ll want to ride the trolley wheels
And zoom across the floor
Don’t take your kids to Tesco
They’ll bleed your purse all dry
They’ll run a riot in the aisles
To make each grown man cry
Don’t take your kids to Tesco
They’ll drive you round the bend
They’ll pick their nose and drool out snot
A battle to the end
In life mothers wear many hats;
Like teacher and a nurse
A cook and bottle washer and
Accountant with the purse
A chief negotiator plus
Chauffeur and Mum’s taxi
A best friend and a playmate too
The maid in the laundry
Domestic engineer as well
Entertainer – all for free
Babysitter and a baker
Organiser of diary
Save also child psychologist
Or crafter – you decide
Plus any numbered sorts of roles
In ‘let’s pretend’ aside
So ask a Mum for her CV
And no shadow of doubt
There’s not a job here on the earth
That Mum’s have not tried out!
English: Hats… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bank holiday weekend!
What are you going to do?
Perhaps a spot of gardening
Of have a barbecue
Or maybe you will trundle to
The beach right by the sea
Or play a round of golf or more
Go out for lunch or tea
Perchance you’ll browse around the shops
Frequent a house on show
Or even work out in the gym
Then to the theatre go
Or mayhap you’ll sit in traffic jams
Or cycle far beyond
Walk the dog or visit friends
Go fishing at the pond
The endless possibilities
To keep us in the zone
Of “doing” relaxation til
It’s time to leave our home
On Tuesday morning next week when
Alarm clocks ring their bell
And then we’ll want to stay in bed
And think “Oh what the hell!”
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. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
New stationery – delightful, delicious
Delectable unto the core
New pens and new pencils and cases
And rulers and oh so much more
All lined up just ready and waiting
New courses just bursting to go
With highlighters, paper pads, sharpeners
To get in the mood and the flow!
For there’s something so fab and so special
About a beginning that’s ever so new
That entices and motivates, urges
To bring out the new in you too!
Stationery (Photo credit: wasabicube)
Ah the weekend’s round the corner
I feel it on the wind
I can sense it soon arriving
As the week will then rescind
Its clutches on our time and life
All pressured and harassed
To welcome in the weekend for
A break that’s unsurpassed
A time to spend with family
To down some wine or beer
To rest, relax and contemplate
With good times and much cheer
To unwind and put feet up
To socialise; party
To partake in our choice of things
Our loves and our hobby
A time to mow the garden lawn
Or wash the car and dog
To frequent gym and tennis courts
And maybe try leap frog
To shop and cook and maybe clean
Prepare for the next week
Whilst keeping kids all occupied
Without a tear or squeak
To decorate that back bedroom
To plant the borders up
To polish all the silverware
To fix that broken cup
And then when we’ve quite finished we’ll
Drop on Monday stressed
And need another break to then
Recover from our rest!
Weekend (Photo credit: Cláudia*~Assad)
What happened to this morning?
Where did it disappear?
Before you know the day will go?
And then the month – the year!
And after that the decade
As seasons drift on by
So watch out for the clock has wings
As time can really fly
Whether you’re a quaffer, a guzzler or sipper
There’s one thing for certain ‘bout tea
That wherever your are or whoever you’re with
It’s a drink that makes one feel so free
Yes free from the rat race and crazed life
And free from the mayhem so mad
When a brew hits your nose, you will curl up your toes
With a smile on your lips to be glad
And your pinkie will rise all in one go
With a tinge of the ‘how-do-you-do’
For this china affair of the tea cup just there
Will refresh in an instant – it’s true!
Ginz&Tonic 