Todays poem is based on the volume if junk mail we receive.
Please no more Mr Postman
Through my letterbox you send to me
A mountain of mail, it just can’t be
Behind the door they all drop
Please no more, please make them stop
It’s very odd how they’ve got my name
All sorts but double glazing they’re a pain
“Not at this address”, I send them on their way
In droves they return each and every day
Steady yourself, up the path, you rehearse
So many in hand, I’ll bet you curse
No matter how I try they just don’t stop
Such a waste, in recycling they are dropped
It’s the Fathers day in the UK and what a day it’s been….
Today it’s fathers day, oh yes, hurrah !
Lovely present son you’ll go far
Not handkerchiefs or pattern socks
Last years are still in their box
“Just buy anything” David said
Ideas runing around my head
A tempting offer, a new Wednesday watch
More like, a tie or sweets from butterscotch
Whatever the gift or the amount
After all it’s the thought that counts
This is Saturdays poem. It’s based on the world cup and the draw we did at work.
World cup wonders
A world cup draw, it’s a good cause
Pay the money, dip, grab and pause
Japan. Far outsiders, what a swizz joke
Something fishy, mirrors and smoke
England hopes they’ll go far
Early bath, proping up the bar
Todays bake for work tomorrow is a focaccia. Mmmm tasty.
This is Fridays poem. It’s based on my year so far.
This year, a year of changes
Ups and downs, like mountain ranges
Early start with peak and highs
Balloon’s burst, bumps and cries
World shaken up not knowing what’s next
There’s a Kelloggs name tag for me to collect
This is Thursdays poem. I was too late to post it.
All events in one working day
Once a temp, now Kelloggs way
Evening drink with ex work mate
Lost my phone, in a panic state
Safe in ‘Us Four’, is this fate
As Tony the Tiger says “It’s great…”
Todays poem is based on an interview I had today for a longer term role.
Nervous energy or knees knocking
Hands shaking or the buildings rocking
Stomach’s turning, grumbling, growling
Severe hunger pains, face scowling
Interview, a new contract
Laid back, composed, nerves intact
Relaxed at my time of life
“Walk in the park” said Sue the wife
Todays poem is based on a free gift my son received today at work.
A free gift ?
Mark an occasion, it’s a free gift
Something for nothing, help the mood lift
A ten year special in a large glass
Not etched but logo transfer passed
A treasured possession, some may think
Store it away, don’t wash it in the sink
Not many to buy, not many left
It’s such a bad year, so many bereft
Or maybe an after thought perhaps
Or an over order on the system SAP
This is Mondays poem. I’m a day late. It’s about the weather.
Hot, hot, hot
Another day, the mercury’s rising
Hate the heat, a day you’ll be despising
Sun worshippers, bask in the heat
So hot, cracking the concrete
Too cold, my aircon office
It’s right, it’s wrong, so, honest
This is Sundays poem, a day late.
Ready for work?
Sunday’s here, the weekend’s almost done
Another day, warm weather, lots of sun
Salad lunch tomorrow, very savoury
Lemon drizzle from