Stay clear headed, Nations need nurture
Nations require structure, to often division
Has been used in Eire..Yet now we understand'
The greater play at hand, gather your strength
Gather wisdom in your plans, provide sustenance
And share whats at hand let the helpers be fired
With true desire, and all be part of any better
Change to hand!
Categories:
mcgregor, appreciation, community, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Michael McGregor Nursery Rhyme
Michael McGregor refused to bathe
His mother says: “You’ll be sorry!
A monster you’ll be when you awake!”
Michael thinks “Fun!” – a monster party!
Michael awakens all hairy and gross
Roars when he talks, slobbers and drools
Green teeth, foul breath, long toenail toes
No friend sits by him when he goes to school.
Michael plods home, tears in his eyes,
Looks in the mirror –horrific monster he spies
Jumps in the tub – leaves hairy mess
Sees Michael next morning – monster now put to rest!
3-12-21
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Based on poet's story for children - Michael Becomes a Monster.
Categories:
mcgregor, childhood, fantasy, funny,
Form: Rhyme
McPherson, McGregor, McTavish and me
All went out for a wee cup o’ tea.
McPherson took sugar, just one lump I see,
McGregor took two lumps, McTavish took three.
I settled for lemon, no sugar for me,
I don’t like those sweets inside of my tea.
Categories:
mcgregor, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Michael McGregor wielded a wild flyswatter
he used it in places he not aughter.
Each swat made a mess
causing wife distress
so he up and ran off with their daughter.
Categories:
mcgregor, betrayal, conflict, lost love,
Form: Limerick
Born in late '53 post Christmas
adopted was I being six weeks old
my new parents lived way out country
enjoyed these formative times like gold
Early on discovered I had stammer
but mother especially showed real care
made my little bedroom my cocoon
living out so free was myself there
We had little cairn terrier McGregor
he was real friendly to take a walk
couple of cats too Jinky and Smokey
slept bottom of bed heard any knock
Mum taught me great Bible stories
sewing the seed way back then
that in future years did bear fruit
always my fav reads loved to open
These years were so memorable
many happy times to look upon
without them where now would I be
don't know but still be Gordon
Categories:
mcgregor, life, youth,
Form: Rhyme
A good old duck, a mother hen,
a friend of Peter Rabbit; chased
Mr. McGregor out of the garden:
the Flopsy Bunnies survive again.
She knew her ewes from her rams,
meticulous, house-proud in her way.
A hedgehog, a Mrs. Tiggy Winkle
every field mouse allowed to stay.
Cumbria and the Lake District
will never see her like again:
North country girl, illustrator,
storyteller with brush and pen.
Categories:
mcgregor, art,
Form: Ballad