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For your (Turkish) Delight party invite
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
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There was a little magic man
Who lived in a little magic land
With his little wife and children
and his little magic band.
He had a little magic black cat
Who wore a little pointed magic hat
holding a little magic wooden ball
to hit with a little magic bat!
One day a witch with magic broomstick
Flew over the little magic house
The witch cast a little magic spell
So magic cat is now a little magic mouse.
Barbara Brewin (c) 2009
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GRANDMA’S ROCKING CHAIR Pt 1
Grandma sits in her rocking chair,
Wisps of silver in her hair.
She sits me on her voluptuous lap,
As tales of yore she does recap.
Id touch the whiskers on her chin,
“You’re growing a beard” I’d think with a grin
Her lavender scent wafted through the air
As Grandma sat in her rocking chair
A lacy handkerchief on her chest
As the babies fought for the teats on her breast
The milk dried up, there was nothing to eat
Grandma would take in washing to make ends meet.
Granddad had gone away to the war
Then a telegraph man came to the door.
He would not be coming home again
No more thrill of meeting him off the train.
Grandma knew she had to go on
For the sake of the kids she had to be strong
She would knit and sew, wash and clean.
Polish the shoes with spit to make them gleam.
The kids carried a pie to the bake house one day.
What no cooker you ask? Oh dear no way.
On the way home they dropped the pie
Will we get a good hiding they’d cry?
Yes times was ard, and they were poor
No money coming through the door.
Bu Grandma said that she was rich
How come I thought as she gave me a kiss?
CONTINUED 21st June 2008
Grandma rich, how could this be?
I thought as she rocked me gently on her knee
The children’s mouths got harder to feed
Clothes and shoes were their main need.
As the moon and the stars shone outside so bright.
Grandma would sing to the children every night.
For dinner was a Yorkshire pudding so round
It would fill them up without a sound.
Meat was a luxury, twice a year
No sweets no treats no toys no beer
But love and care given beyond recall
Were the greatest treasure of them all
So as Grandma rocked in her rocking chair
She taught me a lesson beyond compare.
I learned about, compassion, care and love
The RICHEST thing from heaven above.
I hear the creak of the rocking chair.
I look but Grandma is no longer there.
The smell of lavender wafts through the air
As I sit in Grandma’s rocking chair
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Ode to the much maligned Magpie
Mr. Magpie standing there
So majestic with unblinking stare
I salute you and I say good day
I’m superstitious - don’t want to risk sorrow coming my way
Mr. and Mrs. Magpie flying by
I watch you as into your nest you fly
Finding food for your babies, girl or boy
Just hope you bring me peace and joy
Magpie trio strutting along
You always look so big and strong
Elegant you look as you give a twirl
You look so regal you must be a girl
Swooping down you form a quartet
Trying to find some food for a bet
You would try to steal - that is your ploy
Rumour has it, it’s a sign for a boy
Five eggs lie nestled in your nest
Mother Magpie needs a rest
When the nesting time is over
History has it five means silver
Six young Magpies all alone
All very hungry and far from home
Crying for Mum because they are cold
Could be a sign that they’re going for gold
Seven Magpies now that is a breathtaking sight
Always up screeching in the early morning light
Ever noisy, brazen, greedy and bold
How do you keep a secret, never to be told?
Barbara Brewin © 2017
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The LittLe Flowepot
A little flower pot all alone,
Looking for a loving home.
Over the years he had grown many flowers,
Inside the window and away from the showers.
Geraniums, chrysanths and many more
Reds, pinks, yellows and blue azure.
He had so many tales to tell,
His sad little eyes began to well.
Life had been good at the very start,
He was shiny and new and VERY smart.
He tended the plants with loving care,
Some water here, some water there.
The bumblebees would call to say
"May we please take some nectar to-day?"
Their black and yellow striped suits they wore
To go and make honey in their store.
The little flower pot loved this life,
Away from all the toil and strife.
Then one day he slipped and fell,
The flowers knew that he was not well.
The little flower pot wept and cried
Thrown on the compost heap on his side
A little hedgehog scurrying by,
Said “little flowerpot do not cry.”
Autumn and winter turned into spring,
The little flower pot was caught up in string
And safe inside his sheltered lea
Two baby hedgehogs played with glee.
The little flower pot lives again,
In sunshine, tempest, storm and rain.
His hedgehog family he guards with pride
His face a grin from side to side.
Barbara Brewin (c)
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Lord to-day we come to you with joy in our hearts
As Evie’s journey of faith through life with God starts
Fill her with your faith, joy, peace and love
Please always watch over her from heaven above.
As members of Christ’s family we come to you in prayer
To take Evie into your world of love and care
As she takes her first steps on the road of faith
Please always bless her and keep her safe.
Evie is blessed with a sign of the cross you bore
Welcoming her to the family of Christ through the open door.
Bless her and her family, be with them always
To help her grow up as a child of God all of her days.
Bless her in her formative and teenage years
That she will grow in your love, free from strife and fears.
As she goes forward into her adult life
Guard and bless her through life’s toils and strife.
Help her to grow in your faith and love
Knowing you are always there looking down on her from above.
May she go through life as an instrument of your peace
May her love, joy and trust in you never cease
We now Baptise Evie with water from the eternal spring
As our gifts of love, hope, peace and welcome we bring
Let her be a beacon of your word, grace, truth and love
And light her way through life from heaven above.
Amen
Barbara Brewin 21st June 2009 All rights reserved.
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THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK
There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.
Soaring over trees and hills
It travels far and wide
The magic cat sits on the back
His black face a grin from side to side.
Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds
As they scud across the sky
He provides light and guidance through the night
As the magic broomstick whizzes by.
The witches cackle as they ride,
They don’t mean any harm,
In pointed hats and long black cloaks
They drop a good luck charm.
So if you look up into the sky
On a dark October night
You’ll most likely see the broomstick
And the witches magic light.
The magic broomstick casts good spells
On children everywhere
Then in a puff of magic smoke
The broomstick vanishes into thin air.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
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IN MEMORIUM OF A DEAR HUSBAND
Has it really been a year,
that each day I have cried a tear?
I miss you more and more each day,
the sadness will not go away.
You were my rock,my strength,my guide,
you were always with me by my side,
the ups and downs we shared together,
no matter what we had to weather.
No deeper love we could have shared,
but God knew that you could not be spared.
He needed you in heaven above
to spread your special brand of love.
You are still my rock, my strength my guide,
and I know you are always with me by my side.
Our love and lives still intertwine,
one day we will be reunited for all time.
Love you forever
(c) 19 July 2003 by Barbara M. Brewin
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Woe is me to the DLV by Gypsy View previous topic View next topic Go down
Location : Marton, New Zealand
Oh DVLC you have upset me, you are so unkind
You’ve committed the ultimate sin; I need to unwind
You really have upset me with your letter received to-day
How could you be so cruel to do things in this way?
I learned to drive at seventeen in an Austin 7 painted dark green
The choke would flood the carburettor, rain water cleaned the windscreen
The cranking handle yanked your shoulder and took ages to turn
Black oil leaked out, the embarrassment, the whole town could smell the burn.
The car would stall time and again; you hopped along like a kangaroo
Then you had to get out of the darned thing, keeping the ignition on
Running to the back of the car you would push it down the street
When the engine purred you ran like hell to get back in the driver’s seat
There were no nice heaters in winter to keep me warm
Neither air con in summer to cool me from sun’s harm
Steamed up windows were the order of the day
As for frosty mornings, no de-icer, elbow grease was the only way.
Banana yellow indicators at the side (when they worked) clicked left or right
If they did not work window wound down, you should have seen the sight
Hand signals were the order of the day; no rude finger signs were used
Power steering was in the future; road rage not invented for folk to be abused
On hot days the plastic seats would burn your thighs and bum
No tight seat belts to hold in your boobs and tum
Then the driving test was the punishment we faced
My driving examiner, a Mr Tipple I recall, was so straight laced.
At last I passed the test times three, so proud
I had to shout the news to a passing crowd
The world my oyster I now was free
Only soon to become a possession of the DVLC
At thirty four pence a Gallon Petrol was expensive !!
But garage services were thorough and extensive
Windscreens were washed each time for free
Oil and tyre pressure checks done for no fee,
I scraped along to pay Car tax, insurance and MOT
Lots of money to find over the years for poor little old me
But now DVLC have gone too far by half, admonishment is a must
Their crime? they just dared to inform me I’ll be SEVENTY this AUGUST!!!!!
BARBARA BREWIN (C) 2015
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Shadows darting here and there
Whispers echoing through the air
The Gentle wind sighing in delight
Under a starry, moonlit night.
Dormice rustling leaves for food.
Wide eyed owl in grumpy mood
Brushtail fox goes walking by
Brock the badger gives a sigh
Birds are sleeping in the trees,
Hedgehogs playing hard to please
Squirrels stealing nuts to store
Witches broomstick on the floor
Ripples swirling on the lake
Frogs and toads looking out to mate
Fish swimming round all half asleep
As lizard like newts night watch do keep.
The Shadows dart from pace to place,
The spider spins her web of lace,
These are the shadows of the night.
Before the dawn and morning light
Cockerel crows to say it’s dawn.
The birds dawn chorus wakes us all
The animal world has gone to bed,
The shadows of thee night have fled.
Barbara Brewin (c)) 2009
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