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People always travel in
Their own peculiar way –
Airline tickets, restaurants
And where they choose to stay.
Some use points to pay their fare;
Others upgrade seats.
Many read while flying,
While a number send out tweets.
Certain people like hotels
Familiar in their perks.
Others search for funkiness,
A place with charm and quirks.
There are those who choose to dine
In eateries quite posh,
Different from the travelers
Who’d rather cheaply nosh.
Some will plan a city trip –
Museums, shopping, parks –
Every day’s itinerary filled –
No question marks.
Others like a quiet beach,
Relaxing in the sun.
Lots prefer to exercise –
They hike or climb for fun.
If vacation plans of yours
With friends do coincide,
Just be sure that you’re in sync
Before you all decide.
One man’s paradise might be
Another’s living hell.
Then you’d all be better off
To travel parallel.
Ounces
pounces
Quite trim
so slim
Sore limb
at gym
Fight flab
with jab
Weight gain
insane
Weight lost
embossed
Shed pounds
in mounds
Too thin
won’t win
Body
shoddy
Real stout
no doubt
So lean
my scene
Perspire
don’t tire
Diet
riot
Food fad
sounds mad
Sweet treat
defeat
Whole grain
sustain
Eat clean
routine
Green veg
has edge
Pure health
best wealth
Digest
what’s best
Fruit shoot
deep root
Salad
valid
Porridge
forage
Junk nosh
tosh tosh
Cow’s milk
lip silk
soya
oh yeah
Light meals
appeals
Relapse
perhaps
Need luck
have pluck
Stay fit
that’s it
[Written last year, or perhaps the year before
But youtube was awash with parodies in a
Similar vein. Unless I didn’t look properly, I
Haven’t posted it before... so here you go...]
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I don’t want a lot for Christmas
Food is the one thing I need
I just care that it tastes pleasant
Can you eat a Christmas tree
I just want ham on the bone
And fresh cream profiteroles
And some cheese that’s blue
All I want for Christmas is food
I just want hot nosh for Christmas
Food is the one thing I need
I just care that it tastes pleasant
Can you eat a Christmas tree
Make sure you don’t hang my choccies
Just above the fireplace
Sausage rolls would make me happy
Food is joy on Christmas Day
I just want ham on the bone
And fresh cream profiteroles
And some cheese that’s blue
All I want for Christmas is food baby
I won’t ask for stuff this Christmas
I can’t eat a dish of snow
I’m just gonna keep on eating
Under eating’s a no no
I want marmite crisps and salted
A Tuna and corn sandwich
I might even stay awake to
Eat a reindeer till I’m sick
’cause I drank some beer tonight
Hold on mate, my bladder’s tight
What more can I chew
Baby all I want for Christmas is food
Food
Fairy lights are shining
On the chocolates over there
And I found some chips and
Lager in my lair
And ’cause the oven’s minging
I hear microwaves dinging
Santa won’t you bring me the thing I really need
Won’t you bring peas and bacon to me
Oh I just want some nosh for Christmas
Chips is all I’m asking for
I just want to drink my gravy
Spam is right outside my door
Oh I just want to gnaw this bone
More than you could ever know
Make me chicken stew
Baby all I want for Christmas is food
All I want for Christmas is food baby
All I want for Christmas is food baby
Picket chitter chatter about posh pitter patter at Henley Regatta scoff for that matter at the natter which does flatter SW19 scene & don't give a jot about that lot at Ascot..the big ticket for the English toff summer is a visit to the home of cricket..
Old father time’s hold over his many wards
Mystery of the history hoards told marauds
Nooks & crannies mould books of records
Symphony scored sold on adored chords
Famed for the gold framed named boards
As teams and bold dreams cross swords
Peruse the queues that start before 8
Members remember the embers of fate
Quest for best seating you can’t be late
Bleating a fleeting greeting at Grace gate
Blazer with crest for their guest do wait
Dearly nearly yearly meeting with a mate
Linen suits competing cahoots see a spate
Die hard scorecard scribe should venerate
Suss a them & us tribe vibe does permeate
Josh subscribe to a golly gosh folly & fete
Farce awash with fuss cloche on nosh trait
VIP pass posh wally with off his trolley gait
Bollinger harbinger scoff do quaff a crate
Just ar*e twee look at me upper class date
Holler that working class squalor will irritate
Elite no blue collar street scholar reprobate
Bacon & eggs hues repeating Test portrait
Prices vastly soared stop ghastly hordes
Boxes chock a block with corporate frauds
No fan roared everyone…politely applauds
Panamas, trilbys or fedora do doff towards
Caveats for toff twa*s cravats Lords awards
Our fancy dress is outlawed caused discords
Sneer at beer from kegs cheer more Landlords
No dregs shaggy hair diadoras & baggy cords
Begs no diaspora from poorer smorgasbords
A ticket to the home of cricket though affords
The chance to roam and to reap rare rewards
Champers is poured toasting the scoreboards
Stored hampers explored boasting the accords
Hosting encores bar detours welcome to Lords
Last Saturday, my husband and I went for a ride,
To enjoy the sunshine and the countryside.
First, we stopped to eat:
What a treat...
The place we chose was not posh,
You could not find much better nosh.
Homegrown salad greens sold there,
Homemade Pies, excellent fare,
New laid eggs from their chooks
I think Paree is where they get their cooks.
Not a sign of show or glitter,
And you would not need a babysitter,
Children are welcome with open arms,
This place is full of ambience and charm,
It is also a fodder store
And an old Post office and there is much more
To this rustic retreat.
It has history and character,
That would be hard to beat.
Friendly staff, efficient too.
Their priority is looking after you.
All-natural, wholesome and clean,
Somethings today that is seldom seen
Dreamy eyes with morning wonder.
Cup of Java after good night's slumber.
Wash away the midnight dust.
Plan the day you both discussed.
Hike along the winding trail.
Autumn sunshine..treetops veil.
Sparking water runs rocks resistance.
We soak our feet..with some insistence.
Cloak a blanket on the bank.
A tasty nosh which of to thank.
Sweet kiss upon my lips with passion.
Humbly..I accept the ration.
Twinkling amber sunset..through the trees.
A slight shiver..drops in degrees.
Moonlight glimmers across the Lake..
Campfire roars..love we make.
Sleep with stars above our head.
There's nothing else I would have done instead.
Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Poster girl of the radical Right!
Love to have you to myself one night!
We could nosh on bagles and cream cheese
As you dutifully serve me on your knees
As we listen to some Right Wing Blues;
Dream of those "perfected" Jews.
As well the Liberal view of life deride.
Meanwhile, I'd fit you with a tail,
'Fore I your Right Wing gods assail.
Then tether you to some dead reef,
A copy of the "Blade" between your teeth
To act as bit to stay your speech
Of tyrannical goals just out of reach;
You'd become my little Fascist Filly,
To serve a Liberal, willy-nilly.
Your masters lost the public trust -
In vain your uninspiring bust!
Your dreary power base is waning
Even as you sit there yet profaning
All the saner sentiments
To satisfy your malcontent.
So: Find a cliff, and Happy Landings!
Or become the Piece that Passeth Understanding.
Dare me to diagnose my condition?
I'm diagnosed with depression
Or rather does depression have me
Even the sad rain cries for me
Or do I cry because of rain
I’m bipolar type one
Or so I’ve been diagnosed
My depression tells me I’m two
Or is my mind a torrent of rain
I’m an addict to dopamine
Or does scarcity seek fullness
I’ll nosh on forbidden fruits till I’m sick
Or is giving up Eden so easy
I’m a disgruntled loner
Or does the loner keep others away
Unable to invite patient guests in
Or am I none of these labels
I’m a crazy worker bee
Or does the hive have me
To the gulags this soldier goes
Or has Solzhenitsyn lost his queen
I am loved by a few someones
Or does someone feed my love
The unlovable embraced by a few
Or does depression dismiss them
I feel the sadness in every rain
I sense earth’s mad polarity
I am a hungry beast to a feast
I’m a lone tiger in a company of wolves
I’m loved even in my lonely Siberia
I’m a question more than definition
Or am I the answer unfulfilled?
Or will I let love go unanswered?
Spin the bottle, hoping it's not me
I dare me to diagnose myself
" Unforseen Evolution"
Meant for something better
Wait for me.... the world is changing!
I swear l will find you and when l am on top she will say l do it good this a journey of a lifetime in a Lexus without a nexus l was King in my nightmares only to be resurrected by the Knight in my dreams this tale is of royalty.
No plan l was scratching my head , no nosh it was water boy , no toys bro , just a base ball cap and a string for faith .
On my knees l was praying each and every day l saw an angel in my mento and she whispered you are a warrior keep your head up you are almost there.
Forget about the shortcuts , cutting corners l use the long road it got me safe on my feet when l landed l took a trip to Mars and the moon winked my approval for a chance at the hightable.
A tribal chief like Roman Reigns l am a champion , two formidable cribs with a pool and a jacuzzi , a German shepherd , one cat and thirteen fast cars the last disciple being him l am talking Mustangs.
A slice of cheese , cameras shooting , history being made and l ain't never going back to empty shelves and pockets this is my moment l am basking in.
It was our first date and I had to impress her
While fighting the urge to move in and caress her
I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined
And show her an intellect dwells in my mind
It wouldn’t suffice to say, ‘Fancy some nosh?’
Took a taxi uptown somewhere awfully posh
I tipped the head waiter to get a good table
Kept up the decorum as best I was able
The vino was tasted and two glasses poured
She licked her top lip and my temperature soared
Her manicured nails browsed a pure vellum menu
And we ordered the very best dish of the venue
We chatted, I felt I was holding my own
For not even once did she check out her phone
Dinner was served, to hell with the cost
My eyes drank her in and I knew I was lost
But I fell in love when my date got het up
Oy Geezer, she bellowed, got any ketchup?