A journey of discovery into poetry with a love soul music and baking.
Evening draws enticing scents
That time of year for BBQ events
With masterfully marinated morsels of meat
Each sizzling slowly and switching sides
There’s wandering wafts of wonderful whiffs
And behold, beautifully barbequed burgers
The heat is rising I need to cool
T-shirt’s on, trying not to look a fool
Do I put my shorts on my hips
Definitely not, there’ll be an eclipse
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What a scorcher, the sun’s beating down
Calling in at Doris’s, she never moans
It’s all change today, we can tell
Sat resting her legs, she’s not so well
Hospital or home, it’s touch and go
The district nurse, we’re going with her flow
Hospital bound for a 4 hour wait
Accept help Doris when you’re in a state
Off home eventually, for fish and chips
Sat here salivating, soon on my lips
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Tonights poem’s after the problems with the water in Devon.
H 2 Oh !
Way down south where the sun does shine
Their H2O it’s certainly not fine
Boil it first. That’s the instructions to do
If you don’t, you’ll be strapped to the loo
Or it’s bottled only, but that’s no fun
A waste of plastic, piling under the Sun
We value our water, be cold or hot
If it’s not fixed, against the wall, you’ll be shot
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Tonights poem after the confirmation that Kelloggs in Manchester is closing g in 2026. Ludicrous I know.
Cereals ain’t us
American business plans make no sense
Now Kellanova, where Kelloggs whence
Barton Dock Road will never be the same
Without Tony the Tiger and the K in its frame
Our red brick plant, cereal odours to boot
The decision’s made, it’s down the chute
The people, the families, the history made
It may be old, they now feels betrayed
Share prices may rise and bonuses paid
Closing Kelloggs where Cornflakes are made
Glimpse into the future and look back in time
No Trafford Park factory, no production lines
What next, and WKK Kellogg would be turning in his grave
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Selling an item, a big clear out
Inundated, as the pings ring out
Market place, that’s the place to be
Some cheeky ones offer discounted fees
The next in line, kept informed well
But some no shows, causing me hell
Hopefully gone soon if they get a grip
Otherwise, Sue’ll say ‘take it to the tip’
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Families and friends
Invite them with open arms
But there’s always one
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Our wonderful stairs take me to the top
But very soon, my knees are going to pop
Upstairs, there’s so much to do
Either going to sleep or going to the loo
There’s my boxroom, my studio, my man cave, yes !
It’s full of manly things, and Sue couldn’t care less
An improvement, a big step forward, I’m sure
As last time I wrote, I only had a drawer
By Phil Tongue 2024
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Tonights poem’s after our two nights of Northern Lights.
Not guaranteed
The Northern Lights, what’s the chance
Fast asleep, not even a glance
The Friday spectacle lighting the sky
Saturday’s promise, it’s seemed so shy
There’s always a Norway cruise to try and see
It’s bitterly cold and not guaranteed
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Tonights poem’s for Eurovision.
What’s our odds
It’s Eurovision tonight, is Sweden ready
Politics and disqualifications, it’s getting messy
The take away’s delivered, Chinese tasty bites
Not pizza or pasta, not Italian tonight
What’s our odds, are we bottom or top
No doubt, it’ll be another flop
The beers are cracked and Pringles are popped
Hopefully, Eurovision will come out on top
By Phil Tongue 2024
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Tonights poem’s after the news the Coop Live will now be opening.
Full steam ahead
It’s now fixed, hurrah! It’s all OK
Moving air, ventilation let’s say
So it’s seats on bums, full steam ahead
Couldn’t get ‘Take That’, it’s ‘Elbow’ instead
(they hope)
By Phil Tongue 2024
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