I practice the right thing to do in situations
I teach these practices to children
I preach staying calm and in control
But when my emotions grab my soul's heart
Watch out! Stand back and pray
I think I am ready to show my tolerance and kindness
I should be fully prepared to give them a voice
But when they rile me up, and twist me backwards
All logic and well-thought-out intentions
Fly out the window and slide under a gooseberry bush
So here I go again, improvising.
Categories:
gooseberry bush, irony,
Form: Free verse
The gooseberry bush, a thing of beauty,
bow to my lady, bow to my lord
The homely hearth and sty for stock,
Bread for my bairns, fat for their chins
The cottage loom, silks for my lady,
Breeches for my lord
Work and sweat for those without land,
Bow to my lady, bow to my lord.
Categories:
gooseberry bush, political,
Form: Verse