Are you wearing a
Halloween sweater?
It’s a bit cute and
pretty in my view
So if you don’t mind
my saying so
You’re not a proper
witch are you?
Are you wearing a
Halloween sweater?
It’s a bit cute and
pretty in my view
So if you don’t mind
my saying so
You’re not a proper
witch are you?
You know yore
getting old
You simply have to face it
When an "all-nighter" means
Not getting up to use the toilet
My wife keeps telling me
I must get fit you see
I tell her I am already in shape
In the garden little Lillie
Was digging with great Endeavour
When she was spotted by Mrs. Gish
Her very nosy neighbor
Mrs. Gish leant on the fence
And asked, “What are you doing Lillie"?
“My goldfish Goldie died
So I’m digging a hole to bury it, see”?
“You silly little girl” she replied
That hole is far too big for a goldfish
Smiling Lillie looked up and said
“Not when it’s inside your cat Mrs. Gish”
A Life is merely moments
Interconnected
Like the links of a chain
Just moments
Some fleeting
Some lingering
Sometimes singular
Sometimes strung together
One upon another
To make experiences
In turn making a life whole
Life consists only of moments
Moments that comfort
Moments that elate
Moments of sadness
Moments of joy
Moments of pain
Moments of ecstasy
Moments to cherish
Some moments are finite
Others radiate through a life
Like ripples on a pond
Left by a rising fish
Others remain rooted in the past
Becoming distant memories
Yet some are perfect moments
And are easily recalled
In perfect clarity
You are my most precious moments
Bird song abounds like a symphony
Scripted by natures unseen composer
Conducted by the baton of an invisible
maestro
The shrill woodwinds
Of Blackbirds, Finches, Thrush and the Tit
family
While the Cuckoo sets the time
And a Woodpecker beats a rhythm
The breeze moves the leafy canopy
Like vibrant cascading strings
Timber’s creek and strain adding percussion
Rutting Stags and distant plaintive cries
A Fox cry and a Peacock’s call
Waterfowl and cooing Doves
Underscored by the beating wings of birds in
flight
Insects join the improvised symphony
Droning Bees and Dragonfly
A symbol crash as a Duck enters the water
A waterfall adds the rolling kettle drum
Distant thunder booms like a bass drum
And Xylophonic drops of rain hit the lake
While a Swan gracefully dances
Across the water in perfect harmony
God in heaven the impresario
Of mother nature’s philharmonic company
If there is a man in your bed
Gasping for breath, calling your name
And beginning to swoon
This obviously means you silly girl
You took the pillow off his face
A minute too soon