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POOR PETER PUMPKIN

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!

I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!

“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”

Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.

They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.

The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”

Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.

We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."

Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”

He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As  he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!

“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”

Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.

For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!

10~12~14
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Our Christmas Eve Dinner

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found! We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet. shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!” When from the next room we heard such a noise Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!” We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.” Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door that led to the bathroom. There on the floor lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear, looking like she’d got run over by reindeer! The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down. Grandma was wildly flailing around. More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able. We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!” Back to the dining room all we kids came As our mom started to call us by name. “Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . . Get back here now. I’m counting to three!” Like animals not having eaten all day, stuck in a cage without getting their way, we sat at that table our bellies all growling, and Davy, the baby, by now was howling. And then finally what did appear? Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear! Supported by both our grandpa and dad, Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad. She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face. Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit, and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!” Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham. “And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!” Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin, “The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.” Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy. And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all. With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly, I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly. Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread. Her pleasure was in us all being well fed. I went straight to work at stuffing my face when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!” We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer. I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare! Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen. Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again. When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt, we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?” For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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IT'S NOT QUITE SHAKESPEARE

Tubby or not tubby fat is the question! Jan Allison 21st November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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An Unusual Colonoscopy

I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see
I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was skittish...but no not me

I chose the former so I could watch my own ass on TV
They go right up your canal with a camera like an RV

Imagine my surprise when up my butt they found my phone
The tiny ones they use to make before the smart cell phone

But here's the clincher it was set on vibrate. The doc was suspicious
"My wife insisted" I told him "she bribed me with cake. It was delicious"

Then the doctor red faced handed me something, said "what's this"
I borrowed his bifocals. It was a rolled up playbill. He looked pissed.

"I can explain. It's dated Sep. 8, 2001. That's my wife's 40th birthday
We were drinking. We lost it, got a fancy room right after the play"

He handed me one more thing, a broken pencil if you will
"I'm a mathematician. I was constipated I took a special pill

Then I used math to work it out with a pencil. This one I suppose 
It broke. I thought I got it all. I guess I didn't. I mean who knows?"

The good news is the test went well my colon was clear
They found nothing threatening just stuff that was queer

I must admit however ever since that very day I live in absolute fear
That doctor knows my wife's father. I tell  you this, in case I disappear



10/02/2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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I HUMOUR ICON - ICON YOU THAT I'M A POET

I hesitated for over a month – should I join Poetry Soup … Would they like my poems and accept me in their group? It is not my intention to be a famous writer I try and write with wit to make our lives a little brighter I write on many subjects – I sometimes have a moan My humour is ‘unique’ and may make some people groan Harsh words can knock us back; criticism can drag us down Let’s try to live here in harmony and smile instead of frown I try to be lighthearted and if I can make people smile They may forget problems and their worries for a while Kind words cost us nothing - a smile can brighten up our day I hope that I can make a difference with the words I say Some do not like my poems - I can’t please everyone But I hope my style brings Poetry Soup some fun! Well the title says it all … I ‘con’ you all that I’m a poet! 04~14~15 Contest I Icon – Sheri Fresonke Harper

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Horse From Mars

HORSE FROM MARS

It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

   ~SKAT~
       &
(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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PHEW WHAT'S THAT SMELL

A smell permeates through the house I’m convinced it must be house mouse I hunt high and then I hunt low But the source of the smell it won’t show I get down on my hands and my knees The dirt and the dust make me sneeze The pungent smell makes me feel sick Burn scented candles right down to the wick Now I have a sad look on my face The origin of the smell I can’t trace Get some cheese and lay it on a trap Wait for the jaws of the trap to go snap But the cheese remains where its put The jaws of the trap don’t snap shut Found hidden in the huge laundry box An old pair of my son’s cheesy socks! Smelly socks are confined to the bin Now I can say to my guests 'please come in'! 13th January 2015 Fictional write for Humor Contest!!! Sponsor Carol Eastman ~awarded 1st place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Dreaming

Will poems to my dull senses rise,
     In plainer garb, or apt disguise?
Can turn of phrase else serve an end,
     To vanquish foes or win a friend?

What ardor gains a rhyme’s release,
     To grant me treasured moment’s peace?
Or is it merely hubris’ child,
    That lets me dream I’m Oscar Wilde!

2nd Place, Best Poetic Form, Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE

You were always close by when I needed you so I’m really sorry but I have to let you go You were always there to comfort me But I don’t need you in my life anymore I held you so gently in my hands You were always there to wipe away my tears Sorry I’ve got to drop you so suddenly You were always there for me in my hour of need Guess I’m going to have to put my tissue in the bin Jan Allison 21st November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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ANDREA DIETRICH HAS FINALLY COME OUT OF THE CLOSET

She went into the closet one day
But what a high price she did pay
 
Her hubby he wanted a cuddle
But this act soon burst their bubble
 
The door of the closet shut fast
His ardour was a thing of the past
 
Their claustrophobia was getting worse
So Andrea checked in her old purse
 
She found an old credit card
Joe picked the lock, which was hard
 
After 20 minutes they were free
The relief on their face plain to see
 
Take heed - next time you are after a ‘screw’
Make sure the door doesn’t close on you!

Written after reading her blog and posted with permission from Andrea Dietrich

20th February 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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RESOLUTIONS

Here is my very drastic solution So I don’t have to make a New Year’s resolution This year I’ve decided to become a nun… My ‘habit’ will shield my head from the sun I will resolve to join a silent order Mother Superior will act as our warder I’ll give up chocolate and drinking and smoking Hey poetry souper’s you know that I’m joking! For many years I have not celebrated New Year So whilst others party and whoop and they cheer I’ll wear my nightie and go early to bed There I’ll write poems until sleep fills my head Good luck if you give up drinking or start a diet On New Year’s resolutions I resolve to stay quiet! Happy New Year to everyone at poetry soup Enjoy your holiday and in 2016 we’ll regroup Contest: Resolutions Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 12~22~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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CONTESTS AND LISTS - MY FAVOURITE THINGS NOT

I pick up my notepad and find a sharp pencil (Hope any comments won’t be too detrimental) I scan the contest themes and hope I’m inspired I’ll enter an old poem if I’m just too darn tired I post my ‘best effort’ and hope that I win … Yet ANOTHER N/A so I start hitting the gin! With tears in my eyes I soup mail all my friends There’ll be a ‘screwed contest’, will that pay dividends? I finish the bottle, then scan the 'best new poems list' My poem’s ‘pisadeered’, how my eyes start to mist My masterpiece isn’t there - where has it gone? It’s been cast into the realms of total oblivion My eyes are now closing, I’m too sozzled to write It’s well after midnight so I’ll bid you goodnight .... I wake in the morning, dash to check all the lists ... but with all the moaning on blogs… they no longer exist! Inspired by Jerry T Curtis's POTD 07~25~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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IS HONESTY THE BEST POLICY

She may be shaped like an apple or a pear But this query may be asked in the world out there It’s not a question you can easily dismiss … Tell me does my bum look big in this? She smiles sweetly and awaits your reply… Tell me guys are you honest – or would you lie! 24th January 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Mighty Mighty Spider

Now usually when a spider finds its way into my home
I squash it right away saying, hey my space alone

But one day I came upon a fuzzy little spider there upon my dryer
Frantically running up and down the chrome strip which looked like a mirror

He bravely reared up and fought this villain in his way
Up and down this battle raged a good part of the day

I laughed so hard my stomach hurt, but he didn't care
He boldly continued his plight, the enemy was near

The battle over and he's laying still, I wonder to myself
Was it victory? Or was he awaiting his pending death?

I gently took him outside and placed him on a tree
And told him, you're the mightiest little spider I ever did see

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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RUDOLPH THE BROWN NOSED REINDEER

Rudolph paled because his nose turned brown He couldn’t smile so he wore a frown Santa wiped a tear from the reindeer’s eye He hated to see poor Rudolph cry Santa sprinkled on some Christmas dust The nose is now red not a dark shade of rust So look out of your window on Christmas night You will see Rudolph’s red nose shining bright Jan Allison 6th December 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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KITCHEN MONSTER

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’ve got a secret to tell I’ll whisper it to you; as I don’t like to yell I’ve discovered a monster living in my house It’s very very quiet, as quiet as a mouse The biscuit tin is empty, not even a single crumb Yet the packet was brand new, not even undone All the chocolate is gone, oh what can I do If I find the culprit I’ll bid him adieu He invades my fridge when I’m not looking I’ve not poisoned him yet as he survives my cooking A miracle has happened since my son returned to university I’ve not had to keep the kitchen cupboards under lock and key 10~12~14 Contest: Monsters and Marvels Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi ~awarded 4th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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HOLIDAY HORROR

We had just got married - was the month of June This is the saga of our disastrous honeymoon We started off in a hotel in Norwich The bedding was itchy just like doing ‘porridge’ Back home to Birmingham to get ready for our cruise To the Norwegian Fjords - stunning scenery to peruse I had already started to get a horrid cold My sneezing was totally uncontrolled We arrived in Norway and I was feeling ill The fjords were smooth no need for sea sickness pill I started to brighten as we began the cruise Hubby and me together we had nothing to loose Enjoying the scenery and the fresh cold air Watching the waterfalls oh how we did stare We arrived at the first hotel and got ready for the night We were on honeymoon and wanted everything right Climbing the stairs to our hotel room Separate beds – you could sense the doom Well we got over that hurdle… details I won’t discus! But when we saw the tour guide oh how we did cuss Next day we got onto our honeymoon boat Enjoying the experience whilst we were afloat On to another hotel as part of the tour Separate beds yet again – oh what a bore! Every hotel we stayed at we had separate beds Hardly ideal scenario for a pair of newly weds! Finally it was time for us to go our journey back home One more meal at the hotel – oh how time had flown Disaster struck – it could only happen to me I got food poisoning I was as sick as a flea Firing from both ends it was absolute hell My honeymoon disaster – oh I remember it well! A pretty accurate description of our honeymoon in June 1991… but despite everything that went wrong we are still together! 04~24~15 Contest: Memorable Vacation – Shadow Hamilton ~awarded 2nd place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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WHICH CAME FIRST

Which came first the chicken or the egg... Personally I think it may have been the cock Jan Allison 28th November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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IT'S MINE ALL MINE

Hey! Get lost wasp you are a pesky swine This cherry ice cream is mine ALL mine You buzz around and make my life hell Look - this ice cream is for ME it tastes so swell I need to cool down, gee here it’s really hot So buzz off pesky wasp or you I will swat Jan Allison 1st November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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PARODY OF FLANDERS AND SWANN

It was on a Monday morning the boiler man came to call
Said he’d be back with the parts -  but I’d have to wait till fall

It was on a Tuesday morning the tax man came to call
I told him he could sling his hook  - for I'd nothing left at all

It was on a Wednesday morning the banker came to call
I told him to get on his bike or he was heading for a fall

It was on a Thursday morning the psychiatrist came to call
I welcomed him into the lounge and left him staring at the wall

It was on a Friday morning the doctor came to call
He said there was no hope for me -  the writing was on the wall

It was on a Saturday morning the undertaker came to call
He took away my body – it was of no use to me at all

It was on a Sunday morning the relatives came to call
To see what I’d left them in my will – I’d left them bxxxxr all 
(as the never usually visited!)

14th March 2015
The poem is based on the Flanders and Swann song ‘the Gas Man cometh’

This is the link  in case you are interested in seeing the original

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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Man in Kitchen

Man in Kitchen

So this is it, this place I’ve never been
I wander in and find it’s kept pristine
So this is where she disappears
And later on the food appears

Ah well! I’ll have to do my best
I think I’ll try that chicken breast
All I have to do right now
Is figure out the where and how

Unsuccessful, heaven knows
Why these things come all froze
But of one thing now I’m sure
There’s nothing for me in that drawer

Boiled potatoes, that sounds nice
Maybe with a pan of rice
Doors are banging, pans are flying
She can’t say that I’m not trying, hah

How much rice should I whack in
Sod it, shove the whole pack in
In the pan the waters pouring
This cookery I’m am so exploring

Pans are bubbling, all seems well
I’m creating such sweet smell
Now I see the rice exploding
And potatoes are imploding

This is harder than I thought
An easy meal I tried to sort
All my efforts are now gloop
So think I’ll fill on poetrysoup

Later on that night she says
Lets move the earth in many ways
Sorry dear, tonight no quakes
I have one of your headaches


Richard D Seal

11 March 2013










Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

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THERE'S A NIP IN THE AIR

The north wind is blowing and it’s turning cold I’m feeling quite chilly I guess I’m getting old I’ve finally dug out my sexy thermal vest It’s snug and warm and covers my hairy chest It’s silky and soft and causes no ripples Hides my boobies and covers my nipples Jan Allison 15th October 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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OH POOH

Yesterday my day was bad,  in fact it was really crappy
Found seagull poop on my car- why can’t they wear a nappy

I also have an issue with a local dog
Went out for a walk and stepped on a dog’ log’

I suppose I should be grateful an elephant can’t fly
Just think if it’s poop hit you in the eye

I am fed up of clearing up animal poop
I had to share my thoughts with you on poetry soup

17th March 2015

I googled and really did find dog nappies!

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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SUMMER - AND IT'S RAINING AGAIN

Welcome to our ‘British’ summer It’s raining again – oh what a bummer Clear blue skies have turned to grey Think it’s time for a foreign holiday! 17th April 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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OH FANCY THAT

You lead me to the bedroom I couldn’t believe the size Asked me how I liked my eggs I replied ‘unfertilised’ I said please don’t be so forward I’d prefer a little less idle chat For I’m only viewing a show home… Now what do you think of that! Jan Allison 20th November 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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SAD SAMMY STARFISH

Sad Sammy starfish, all alone on the beach Wishes for a soulmate, but no one is in reach He looks around, raises his hands into the air Is there a lonely starfish somewhere out there He looks around and espies upon a rock A stunning pink starfish wearing a frock She is oh so beautiful he can only stare Has he found that special someone there He sidles over to her and soon catches her eye Will she be his playmate; he looks up to the sky Sammy wants hold her hand and ask her for a date But which hand would he hold for this starfish has eight! They head off for a walk together along the golden sand You can see them strolling hand in hand in hand in hand Submitted to Story Poem Contest by Carol Eastman 26th April 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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WHO ATE ALL THE PIES

When they married he was as thin as a rake But his wife she loves to bake She thinks the way to his heart Is to practice her culinary art He’s been eating all her pies You should see his thunder thighs He’s in love, this he cannot disguise Now his tum is as wide as his eyes His wife puts on a good spread Has his fill then he falls into bed He’d love a bit more bedroom action But he can’t get no satisfaction Apple pies make him tired and sleepy His mum thinks he’s looking quite peaky He would love to go on a diet But his wife wont let him try it She says cooking is her passion As for sex that’s now on ration He can’t live like this any more Packs his bags and heads for the door Moves out and joins a new gym Loses weight and starts to get thin Meets a girl on an exercise bike Tells his wife she can 'go take a hike' Now he’s happy with the girl of his dreams And his clothes aren’t bursting at the seams 10~08~14 Contest:-Plentitude of Pies Sponsor:-Sheri Fresonke Harper ~awarded 15th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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I LIKE JAM ON MY LAMB - FOR CONTEST

Quote used "I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.” Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham My mum says I’ve got to eat all my greens They’ll help me grow strong, guess l know what she means But why green eggs and ham, I just want to eat jam For I like to eat jam whenever I can Jam on potatoes, oh that’s simply delish I spoon it on carrots and it covers my fish I eat jam for breakfast and always on dinner Mum says I’ll get fat and I need to be thinner Why does mum always think that she’s right I need to eat jam morning, noon and night! Every night time I kneel by my bed and pray I thank God for letting me eat jam every day But why won’t he listen for he knows I don’t like greens I’d put them in firework and blow them to smithereens Sadly mum disagrees and still gives me green food It makes me all grumpy and puts me in a mood But I eat them all up as I don’t want to fight I still tell mum I love her every single night Jan Allison 7th August 2015 Contest – Dr Seuss Quote Prompt Sponsor Casarah Nance

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had It has been the most challenging year for me But with amazing support I remain pretty happy I don’t want to dwell on events that have past My memories of the year 2015 will always last I want to leave the year on a humourous note With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote! Mum and I went out to a local church fete It’s very well attended and the raffle is great We perused all the stalls and brought a few things I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes One pretty white gift box really caught my eye Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift The gift box was placed under our little tree Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay We were going out to friends later that night I thought my new perfume would be just right Taking the pretty white box from under the tree I pondered which scent would be perfect for me Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box I returned to the school of hard knocks To my consternation and my deep chagrin There was a void where the perfume once had been An empty box was my only present from my mum My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done. This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize! Contest: My abiding Memory Sponsor: Viv Wigley 9th January 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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MY FIRST VERSE WRITTEN - AGED ABOUT 7

Durin the time I was passing my urine My faeces were falling to pieces 13th March 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015