Life passes like a shooting star A journey on which one has travelled far Destiny deals a varied hand It’s often hard to understand Some get a joker Some get a king Some are just waiting for the death bell to ring It’s hard to appreciate what you’ve got When it seems like you ain’t… Continue reading Shooting Star
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A Witch
A witch, a witch has a broom and a wand And of her cat she is fond! She does magic everyday And everything she does is the witch’s way Every night she flies by the moon Cleverly balancing on her broom Right behind her sits her cat With yellow eyes and fur so black A… Continue reading A Witch
Thinking Day
I wrote this when I was in girl guides (US: girl scouts). Follow the link to find out more about the definition of Thinking Day. It was published in a local newspaper. A time to think of others Such as brownies, scouts and guides A time to think of the friendship link And the people… Continue reading Thinking Day
A Busy Household
Dad said don’t Mum said do And my sister hopped around Like a silly kangaroo The baby cried My brother sang And mum went off with a very loud bang
Banger: A Dog and My Cousin
In England we colloquially refer to dachshunds as “sausage dogs”, which was why my aunt and uncle’s dog was called Banger, a colloquial term for sausage. We were very close and he used to whine at the door when we went back home after a visit. He was terribly spoiled and my aunt and uncle… Continue reading Banger: A Dog and My Cousin