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Stand up and cheer very loudly if you know your a’s, b’s, and c’s.
Not so fast, Quinton, Hallie, Sammy, Tom, Brandon, and Kimberly.
Kindergarten is tough if you don’t know your letters or how to write pages, numbered.
Kindergarten is more like first grade used to be when your grandparents so lumbered.
Unfortunately, five is the new seven, because most of your peers have been in school 2 years
By the time these seasoned 5’s reach kindergarten, they are way ahead in knowledge, worksheets, and cheers.
They know the school song, the slogan, the principal, the vice, and both pledge of aliegences all by heart.
They are so far ahead of you who did not attend preschools, that it is not a very even start.
Just be aware that what you are learning is for your own good, and the good of your parents, but how?
When you grow up and you know so much stuff, hopefully you can begin taking care of them both now.
Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night,
A whole train stretched behind us without a single light,
And through the thin walls we could plainly hear
The threats being shouted from both front and rear.
The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall
Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all.
An urgent call of nature on a compartmented train
Solved by opening a window to pass water in the rain;
But he removed a fitted bulb, modesty being his plan
And fused the whole lot behind with a very loud bang
Leading to this very tense and worrying situation
As the train drew ever nearer to Victoria Station.
One hell of a fizzer for damaging a train,
Maybe another for peeing in the rain,
The trouble only worsening after release
From the railway to the military police.
And maybe, on top, some demotion
For having caused such commotion.
When it arrived thank the lord much confusion arose
As we hit the platform running and away on our toes
As from behind we heard a very loudly voice say
That’s where they went as he pointed the wrong way;
So we mingled with the crowd having slowed to a walk
And joining in freely with all the discontented talk.
The gods must have smiled on us to allow us to go
To celebrate in Trafalgar Square and later on in Soho.
We all joined hands there in the crowded square
To sing Auld Lang Syne with those gathered there.
A night to remember, New Years Eve 1964
All much too old now for such excitement any more.
T'is urgent Mr.Moon,
You don't want to be a slacker;
Respond to me ASAP
Regarding my mere matter.
No resentment in my bones,
No anger and no fury.
Time is ticking on the clock,
Before I face the jury.
Me- I'm small and You- You're big and
Every single night,
Forever looking up at you
For you can expedite...
Approval for my freedom,
Am ageing like a prune.
You can change my future,
So c'mon Mr.Moon.
Know that you're THE moon,
So wave your giant wand.
Offering a treaty...
If only you respond.
Press once more the urgency,
This all that I require-
Answers to my questions,
For here I may expire.
Help me Mr.Moon,
The nurses and the doctors-
Speaking very loudly,
Sounding like the choppers!
Help! Help!! the doctors and the nurses,
Have got me! Yes they've got me
They've got me with
Vexed verses.
Don't touch me, Don't dare touch me,
My friend he sees you all.
You may be big but he is huge and
You you're very small.
I tell you all he's up there and
watching everything,
Oh my gosh did you see that?
A flying large g-string !
Save me Mr.Moon,
Wait, I can see a placket,
Oh no, Oh no, Oh my gosh...
This is a tight straightjacket!!!
A straightjacket they have on me,
This your fault old moon.
Can't believe what you've done-
Be seeing you real soon.
You don't care and you don't care,
Swear I have no air...
Cannot breathe, gonna heave,
the moon he's everywhere.
Laughing at you all,
He looks like a cartoon...
There he is behind that cloud,
Swear it is the moon!
Listen to me all,
Listen ! Listen !! Listen !!!
This the truth; I speak the truth,
Fact and this not fiction.
The moon has stalked me all my life
This like a steel cocoon,
Get me out of here...
I swear it was the moon !!!
This is a joke I swear it is,
In fact against the law.
You and me it's on I swear;
Moon and I to war.
Dear little pussy cat sleeping all so snug
perhaps she maybe dreaming of a birdie or a bug,
Though as soon as I be resting you betcha she'll be woke
running like a sprinter, and this is not a joke!
Sweet pretty putty cat snoozing moonlight gleam
Now snoring very loudly and Oh it's quite extreme,
What if she's not feeling well? Maybe it's a cold
Suddenly she's piping down and phew she's good as gold.
Dear little pussy cat calms me with her poise
bringing me much joy within, when there is no noise,
Sometimes she does silly things coaxing me to giggle
sweet pretty putty cat Haha she done a wiggle !!
We’ve done our weekly shopping
and I need to use the loo
arriving at the ladies
There is a massive queue
I stand in line cross legged
there are six in front of me
I wish people would hurry up
Cos I’m bursting for a pee
A mum arrives with her toddler
who is doing the wet knicker dance
she cries out very loudly
'I’ve gone and peed my pants'
We usher them in front of us
It’s the kindest thing to do
at least it’s only urine
and not a smelly pooh
Finally it’s my turn
and I sidle into the stall
then I notice the loo roll dispenser
which is fixed onto the wall
There’s a minute amount of toilet paper
poking out of the hole in the middle
I find emergency supplies in my handbag
I keep some spare to use when I piddle
My hubby will be patiently waiting
he’ll be playing spider solitare
next time I’m gonna use the gents loos
because there’s never a queue in there!
4/18/19
I used to sing on the school bus,
Harmonise and everything, full blast,
Most of the others had strong voices,
And I would wish mine was cast.
Geoff the driver would put Radio Forth on,
And we’d all sing along very loudly;
There was nothing there to sing above,
No-one to distract or behave scornfully.
My mum told me off three times,
For singing in church normally and confidently,
As she needed me to have a place for her,
To nurture me and disciple me intelligently.
So since I was four, I've never really sung again,
In church, all dressed up and religious,
So I greatly appreciated those times on the bus,
When the others were about my voice zealous.
I remember Morvan who had Christian grandparents,
And George who really had a lovely voice,
And Keith who would join in whenever he wanted to,
And Kirsteen who thought she had no choice.
It was an offish old yellow mini bus,
With dark yellow and brown triangle seats,
So it reminded me of the yellow submarine,
And I looked forward to its shortcut cheats.
Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable
Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He begins to sing carols at the top of his voice
I put up with the din… I don’t have much choice!
The last to arrive are old Gladys and Bert
Bert always wears his distasteful Santa shirt
Gladys walks through the door and starts to moan
I wish Bert would leave the old cow at home!
She whines from the moment she removes her coat
And heads for the sofa and grabs the remote
Demanding she has her dinner on her knee -
There’s some crap on the TV that she wants to see
I politely tell Gladys the dinner table is set
And the film will be repeated of that you can bet
So she sits at the table and picks at her starter
then moans very loudly to poor Uncle Arthur
The table’s soon laden with wonderful food
But Gladys is seething, she’s so blinking rude
She says the turkey’s tasteless and it's bone dry
So I pass her the gravy and I try not to cry
Bert finishes the bowl of chestnuts and sprouts
He’ll be passing foul wind in copious amounts
After rich figgy pud he crams in six mince pies …
It’s no wonder he’s gross with huge wobbly thighs
They descend on me each and every year
And eat all my food my wine and my beer
Then we open the gifts that lie under the tree
As per usual they bring just one present for me
Gladys has knitted me a horrendous jumper
it's two sizes too large, I just want to thump her
I dutifully put in on and I feign my delight …
but it will be in the rubbish bin later tonight!
At three we watch The Queen on the telly
Bert’s farting begins; the room gets so smelly
Within minute’s they’re snoring away in their chair
I retreat to the kitchen and silently swear
By the time they wake up all the dishes are done
The doorbell rings; thank god their taxi has come!
This is the LAST time they'll take advantage of me …
Cos I've booked a yule cruise on the Caribbean sea!
Fiction write
12/14/17