It was Christmas Eve, Rudolph was feeling crook.
His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books
Poor Rudolph was devastated he looked ill
He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill
Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee
I haven't any red nose pills but noses I have three
I have three coloured noses Red, White and Blue
No guesses for the colour I will give you
Then with a flourish and a great deal of aplomb
Father Christmas produced the nose
And Rudolph stuck it on
I wrote this some time ago
He had thick red hair and a beard
Now his hair has disappeared
It concerns him that's a fact.
Keeping all his parts intact
Why has he become so weird?
ruddy shade of red
autumnal zephyr of war
foe-blades in crisscross
7/8/2021
Inspired by my grandson
It was Christmas Eve, Rudoph was feeling crook
His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books
This bothered Rudolph and made him feel quite ill
He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill
Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee
I haven't any red nose pill but noses I have three
I have 3 coloured noses Red, White, and Blue
No guesses for the colour I will give you
Then with a flourish and a great deal of aplomb
Father Christmas produced the nose
And Rudolph stuck it on
Summer Shimmers
In my rear vision
Its super hot
But i dare not stop
Here
On the ruddy Barkley
If i get out
This car
I will become instant
Yum cha
As its steaming
Ruddy hot
Here on the Barkley
Theres no picnic to be had
At the dusty rest stop
The furnace of hell
Blows across the plain
Here
On the ruddy Barkley
Stark raving mad
Ye have to be
To drive the
Ruddy Barkley
Come the wet
I hit the grid at the border
Doing 140
Out here on the
Ruddy Barkley
No cop at the shop
To slow me down
3 ways at one end
Mt Isa the other
Camooweal
Yeah nah
Pay 5 star for none
Not much choice
Out here on
The ruddy Barkley
The fuels getting low
But i aint
Pulling me foot
As i cant wait
To finish the
Ruddy Barkley
Some days I wake up smiling
Today's sure not one of those days
Caught some kind of a flu bug
Wanna sleep the whole day away
Feel like a ruddy zombie
Got no drive, no get up and go
No longer a reason for living
I've come to the end of the show
Hide the pills and the liquor
Get rid of the knives and weapons
Feel like harming little animals
Looking for bugs to step on
Normally charming and lovable
But when bugs invade my body
Don't handle the invasion very well
This nasty man gets really snotty
Eventually I'll get back to normal
To my sweet and lovable self
Until then, please bear with me
Don't feel like a big happy elf!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Have no fear... wrote this a while ago.
Today I'm fit as a fiddle and feeling fine!
Red beacon, burnished landmark
Rustic domiscile, ruddy stable
Sentinel on the scenic route
Natural redoubt with primitive clout
Wooden canvas, organic sculpture
Unvarnished facade with homespun charm
Fabricated equine loft
Habituated shelter for rodent, fowl
Free-flowing form in static realm
Leased to the fertile land you adorn
Pastoral heirloom, cherished monument
Essential dwelling, nostalgic mold
The bedazzling sun
envades the saffron valley
as fog protects elms.
Entered in Raul Moreno's contest,
" Nature's Breath "
For 30 years this princess has been slowly but surely piling up these mattresses. The goal
you know already: a contented night’s sleep. Soft, satisfying, and a whole lot more cosy
than the rugs that those poor bugs seem to get lumbered with.
30 years. That’s a long time to be stacking those damn things. And it’s hard work for a
princess you know. It’s not like I’m used to sweeping cinders like some others I could
mention. There are no dwarfs or woodland creatures here helping me out.
30 years. Just me meticulously placing one on top of the other. No genie gave me a lamp
to rub and ‘alakazam’ it’s done. There’s no beanstalk to climb up either. Just a rickety old
step ladder as my faithful servant offering me a hand. Till finally, now, I’m done, ready to
climb in.
And then what. You come along and shove a ruddy great rock underneath them.
Marvellous. What chance is there now of that decent night’s sleep, I ask you? I knew I
should have stayed away from that damn frog. Next time I’ll kiss the toad.
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