Thursday, 11 January 2018

Sparky The Weatherdog

Sparky The Weatherdog,
Is a very special hound,
He gives us daily updates,
When he's on his walk around.

He likes to wear hats,
Different ones every day,
Pink ones, and blue ones,
Quite a large array.

He gives big wet kisses,
And wags his lovely tail,
Sparky you're so gorgeous!
The lads and lasses wail.

He loves a belly rub,
It really makes his day!
Four paws up in the air,
Is the Sparky way.

Sometimes he is naughty,
Like any other pup,
Tripping up his owners,
Getting in trouble, yup!

He plays with all the children,
At school time every day,
They love the fun and giggles,
He sees them, is away!

He has a big heart too,
Helps animals in need,
Sells paw prints and calendars,
It's worthy, we all agreed,

So if you're in love with Sparky,
With him you want to engage,
Just pop across to Facebook,
He's got his own fab page.

Monday, 8 January 2018

My name is Lazarus

My name is Lazarus,
A special sort of fish,
An easier type of pet,
You cannot possibly wish.

No walks or noise,
Just a flutter of a tail
Decorating your fish tank,
And munching the odd snail.

I like to eat cucumber!
A fresh slice everyday.
It gives me lots of energy,
To swim around and play.

Why my name?
I hear you say!
Very strange for a fish,
Who just hangs around all day.

This is why.............

I'm old you see,
Been around many a year.
But still full of life,
So of death I do not fear.

I like to rest,
Suckered underneath a log,
But when I fall asleep,
Staying stuck is such a slog!

My suck disappears,
To the bottom I do cruise,
Lying on my back,
Continuing to snooze!

Belly up on the bottom,
Oblivious to my owner's stare,
Dreaming of food,
Not listening to her prayer.

Don't let him be death,
I will miss him o so much,
At her close friend,
She does so fiercely clutch!

I wake up just a bit,
And see her beady eye!
Flip, I'm back upright,
Through the water I do fly!

So now you know the truth,
Of how I got my name,
I rise up from the dead,

It is my claim to fame!

Saturday, 30 December 2017


Its Twixmas,
A strange turn of phrase,
A week long of limbo,
Seven most boring days!

Most people are home,
Enjoying the rest,
Time out with family,
It should be the best.

But oh, they get bored,
After a few hectic days,
Of presents and parties,
Their eyes, they do glaze!

So many chocolates,
Turkey and drink,
Christmas T.V.
That cheese, it does stink!

Let's go for a walk,
Get some fresh air,
But the wind is a blowing,
It's really not fair!

Let's visit the shops!
Look round the sales.
But its far too much hassle,
With the crowds it entails!

The tree looks so droopy,
The decorations sad!
I must take them down,
Or I'll surely go mad!

Before you know it,
It will all be quite done,
Back soon to work,
An end to the 'fun'.

But oh, on the very first day,
You will certainly cry,
Where did my break go?
It whizzed past, oh my!

I need another break,
To help me relax.
Please come back Twixmas,
Before I drop in my tracks!

Friday, 3 November 2017

Well I'll be dashed!

Well I'll be dashed!
The builders are back.
With lots of white stones,
In a great big sack.

It's been three weeks,
Since they came here last,
Because the rain it fell,
And the wind did blast.

But they're back on track,
with ladders and mortar,
It'll soon be all done,
If I supply enough water!

The kettle is on,
To make them some tea,
Will they finish today,
We'll wait and we'll see.

It's looking quite good now,
Not dowdy and grey,
White pebbles and render,
All rubble's away.

I'm happy it's done,
It's been such a trial,
But now that I look,
I've started to smile.

It's looking quite smart,
T'was quite worth the wait,
Dressed up in it's finery,
And looking so great.

But, I must now admit,
It's been quite a test.
And now I can sit down,
And have a long rest.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

My house is naked!

My house is naked!
It's getting a new coat.
It's down to bare bricks,
We got a good quote.

They banged and they drilled,
Removing the old,
It won't take too long,
The builders, they told.

On goes the first layer,
Concrete, all grey,
Oh, so much dust,
It'll be worth it, they say.

The first one is done,
Now wait for it to dry.
Oh rain, go away!
The men they do cry.

Make us a cuppa,
Is said with a grin,
And also a biscuit?
To dunk down within?

They've gone for the day,
Now time for a tidy,
Dust, dirt be gone,
Til they come back on Friday!

Hopefully it will soon be done,
I'll drop you a line,
On how it is going,
If they're taking their time.

So until my next poem,
I'm going to wait,
Until it's all done,
And they're out of my gate!

Friday, 8 September 2017

My Daughter's getting married!

The time it has flown
She has grown up so fast,
Has her own house,
A man that will last!

He popped the question,
And she said YES!
That means a wedding,
Lots of planning I guess.

Where for the ceremony,
How many guests?
There are lots to invite,
My daughter suggests.

What about the dress,
Short, to the floor?
White maybe cream,
One she'll adore.

What about bridesmaids,
One two or three?
Family and friends,
A pleasure to see.

Then there's the food!
Types to please all.
Veggie and meat eaters,
They'll all have a ball.

What about the evening?
The music and dance?
Thinking of it all,
I'm in quite a trance.

But one thing is sure,
The day will be great,
Enjoyed by everyone,
I can't wait for the date.

I'll put on my hat,
Help out the bride,
Have a great day,
And smile with pride.

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Senior moments!

It is now official!
I'm getting quite old,
But my mind is still sharp,
If I might be so bold.

But, now and again,
Something goes wrong,
I'm never quite sure,
It's not been happening long!

Senior moments,
I think they are known,
Those times when your brain,
Out of the window has flown!

You know the ones,
A slip of the mind,
You put back your keys,
In a place you can't find!

When leaving a room,
You go through the door,
Then can't remember,
What you went in there for!

You put the milk in the cupboard,
Cereal in the fridge!
Do you think you are mad?
Well maybe a smidge.

You walk to the shops,
To buy lacking stuff!
But then it's forgotten,
Curiously enough!

You boil the kettle,
To make you some tea,
Check in ten minutes,
The cup's empty, you see.

I forget names,
What things are called,
It's annoying, too true,
I'm really appalled!

I'm really not mad,
I'm just getting on.
Cut me some slack,
Cos my brain's not quite gone!