72 Miles From The Sea

Sunday, 2 January 2022

SNOWMAN

What a lovely snowman

Big and round and tall

There isn’t anything I like better

Really nothing at all

It’s the first thing I look for

As soon as the snow falls

It’s definitely a snowman

See it has “Snowballs”

THE HEDGEHOG CULL

The campaigners have won

The Hedgehog cull won’t be done

They argued it shouldn’t go ahead

It was just wrong they said

Saying they were un putdown-able

I think they are just un pickup-able

LOST PROPERTY

I left two bottles of Whisky

On the train to Prestatyn

I thought them gone for ever

Until a nice man called Glynn

Of the lost property office

Telephoned me from Prestatyn

To say the man who found them

Had just been handed in

THIS TALK OF CULLING BADGERS

This talk of culling badgers

Is completely unsound

If we keep discussing it

We’ll drive them underground

Saturday, 1 January 2022

NICE

Making your way in life, it’s nice

To know you can, once or twice

Rely on other people in a trice

For assistance, guidance or advice

They’ll be no shortage of advice

But knowing what piece or slice

Of advice or guidance will suffice

You might just as well roll a dice

This axiom though it be concise

Won’t be bettered to be precise

So you take heed or pay the price

“Don’t eat yellow snow or ice”

LOST PROPERTY INQUIRY

“Good morning,

Is that lost property?

I have misplaced some articles

Could you possibly help me?

The last time I had them?

Was on a train to Waterloo

Traveling from Rowland’s Castle

I think it was the 9.22

The items are of particular import,

The first item was my heart,

Which has been returned,

In a state of disrepair, but it’s a start

THE CHILD COMES ALIVE

The child in us all

Comes alive when it comes

It has the uncanny knack

To chase away the glums

I still get excited

Just thinking about it

And when it starts

I don’t want it to quit

The child in me comes alive

It really excites me so

When I hear someone say

“It’s starting to snow”