There’s a battle in the tin
It’s going down quite loud
With Bourbon shouting out a bit
Digestive feeling proud
And Custard Cream a ranting
Whilst Nice is holding back
Save Malted Milk being a cow
For Shortbread’s on his back!
But then along comes Gingernut
All hard and rather cold
Pushing his way throughout the tin
Cursing those wrapped in gold
And making fun of cookie
Who’s really lost the plot
As Cadbury’s fingers point and jeer
Rich Tea’s stolen his spot
Whilst Jammy Dodger’s on a run
To slip away quite quick
As Jaffa Cake is complaining
He feels a little sick
But ultimately Hobnob and
Wafer turn up and come
To see the mess that has been made
For now each biscuit’s crumbs!
English: Shortbread (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Puppet on a string
In the hands of another
Marionettes from the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theatre, New York, USA production of “Cinderella Samba” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Let’s cue autumn hysteria
It happens every year
Not in the sense that leaves drop gold
Or hops are making beer
But on a scale enormous
The worse that there has been
By far the biggest threat to man
For spiders have been seen
Invading every household
Intent one must presume
Of eating its inhabitants
The kids perhaps consume
But most devouring sanity
By stealth; weapon of fright
Arachnid armies on the move
And nightmares night on night!
English: Spider (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Scotland, England, Wales
Northern Ireland stand as one
Flag of the United Kingdom, Union Flag (also rank flag of an Admiral of the Fleet) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The world needs fewer borders
Yet more autonomy
Where each can live a life of peace
And walk on earth for free
Where jurisdiction doesn’t stop
The liberty of those
Who do not seek to maim and kill
And work hard with their foes
Resolved with strength and harmony
For the world needs fewer borders
And buy-in to unity
English: Flag of Great Britain (Scottish version). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out to play
But what I want to know is will he be here all day?
Of even if he is a he – why maybe he’s a she
Or maybe there’s no gender to the sun specifically!
But boy or girl or not all, what is the sunshine plan
For do I need galoshes on or instead suncream and fan!
And just how long will it stay up there in the bright blue sky
For this is England, green, green land where rain’s always nearby!
So when we sing the sun is out with hat upon his head?
Just smile and make the most of it as skin turns quickly red
And picnic, barbecue and more; enjoy the warmer ways
Cos soon, the sun will pack a bag and go on holiday!
English: Sun in Splendour (Photo credit: Wikipedia)