19-02-2007, 07:08 PM
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Re: own poems
For Mollie:
Well, fancy Mollie's a great gran ! To a jolly bouncing boy Smelling so sweet of Johnson's talc A nappy filled with joy ! God bless the child..with Mollie As Great Gran.....he cannot fail She'll teach him all the rights and wrongs So he never answers bail ! She'll tell him 'bout his family roots How her long lost Gran was found And all those elusive rellies Who seemed to go to ground. She'll show him how baguettes are made Cos Moll's quite good at that With a bread roll, knife, salad And a hefty butter pat. She'll show him how to see the world Surfing the world wide web How to travel from Australia To Iceland while still in bed. There's nothing Mollie can't teach him This little lad so small Though discipline might be quite hard When he grows to six feet tall. I can see our Mollie now....sat there With a shawl across her shoulders Knitting while telling a tale As the winter nights get colder. This little boy - newly arrived Has yet so much to see But I bet our Moll's already put him On her Family Tree. So well done Mollie and great grandson May you both enjoy each other Little lad......you'd have to go some miles For a better great grandmother ! God Bless xxx  |
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(AKA Mary)
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20-02-2007, 12:05 AM
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Re: own poems
Awe Mary, sob sob tear's running down my cheek's, that's a lovely poem.
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Nanna
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20-02-2007, 07:42 PM
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There's football on the tele
And I don't know what to do I'd look for some dead rellies But I'm really not sure who.  I've found a Quiry, one of Bills Seems they first came from France From a place called Quiry-le-sec Were they named after it -or was it chance ? I've looked all through Northamptonshire Then Bedfordshire - then Bucks Nothing knew there I could find It's just my bloomin' luck !  I found a Joseph Smith - I wonder Is he one of mine ? So many folk blessed with that name All sorts of shapes and kind. I've got some paperwork to do But the cat's asleep on that Don't have the heart to wake her up (She's a tortoiseshell......old and fat !)  Ive a Mother's Day card for Mum to make With a photo of me as a baby In a sort of frame and background of flowers Shall I do that............well ....maybe. Or maybe not, the kids are in They're bound to make a racket With so called 'music' playing loud From a bloke.......Six Pack ? (or is it Packet ?) So looks like I'll be stuck here Googling merrily away Eardrums being blasted out What a way to end the day ! At least I avoided pancakes The kids had clean forgot They thought Pancake Day was last week Did I tell them ? No I did not !  Maybe a bit later in the week I'll buy some - ready made And tell them to give up a pleasure for Lent That's a laugh.......they'll say 'Who us ? No way !'  |
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21-02-2007, 09:47 PM
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It's ever so quiet - where has everyone gone?
I know football's on tele again But are we all that keen ? And it's on Skye Bills gone to the pub......Skye we aint got ! But the pub.....they'll show it on widescreen So I thought - oh a nice quiet night To surf the net.....chat with a few mates And it seems there's no-body in sight ! Then our lad came in -(his girlfriends working) He's talking about leaving home Going back to Nottingham, finding a job Cos he can;t find one here.........(deep sigh/ groan) I said 'ring your Uncle....see if you can stay For the week me and Bill are away You can check it all out.....'ok' he says But his Uncle said......'Ummm, no'.....(more dismay) I did feel for this lad.....he so wanted to Make a fresh start back in his home town His girlfriend had taken a week off her work To meet his folks......have a look round. So he's sat on his bed, wearing a glum face Feels that life, well it's not being fair But sad to say it's just beginning Life's like that......we've all been there. Disappointments can be opportunites But he's so young, he just can't see That life can be so full of promises And some things......they're just not meant to be. While he lays on his bed with his worries About what his future may hold I'm sitting here quietly, the cat on my lap To stop my knees feeling the cold. I've done a few puzzles, sent an e mail To a rellie.......it was long overdue Now I'll say 'night night' to everyone here Till tomorrow.............then I hope I'll see you ! |
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22-02-2007, 08:18 PM
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I was trawling through some web sites
Cos I felt a wee bit bored Then I saw it........Souldrop..Pear Tree Cottage 'Well' I said ,.......'Good Lord !' I've been trying to trace this cottage And it's history, who lived there And Ive found someone with the same quest 'Well, well ......I do declare !' This Pear Tree Cottage of my grans (Or Gripe Hole it once was known) Or was it Gooseys Cottage ? Well Bless me......I don't know ! Whatever it was called....suddenly It found it's bit of fame Two people wanting to know more of it But only got it's name. Well, first there was one (me)...then two Then suddenly there was three Another offered to help find out About this little mystery ! And the village.....I need to know more Was there a Windmill on Windmill Hill ? There were bluebells in Bluebell Wood But there's no sign of a Mill. These might seem small things I know Trivial in the scheme of things But to me they're just as important As hearing the Church Bell ring So, dead rellies, you must wait your turn (A few have just popped up) Cos, sorry, Grans cottage comes first I've been on this mission long enough ! When I've solved it fair and square Who built it, why and when Dead rellies.............then I'll come to your aid Be patient...........please......wait till then ! |
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23-02-2007, 08:26 PM
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I've tried so hard, oh how I've tried
To find out that bit more About gran's cottage.....tis not to be Least not for now I'm sure. So I thought I'd browse the Times Archive Well could I get there ? No ! I clicked on here - I clicked on there Put my number in .............no go ! Eventually after many tries And tearing out my hair I got in.........found out lots of stuff Bout rellies here and there. Seems one, he was a communist The other Chief Inspector Another sent to prison - theft And then I found a Rector ! On was caught for selling soap She said she'd made herself But she hadn't - it was pinched From the shop - straight off the shelf ! One was in court circles My word - Mum would be proud But not so if I told her 'bout The rest of the motley crowd ! Oh what a mish mash of rellies The good, ugly and bad It's in the genes.....or so they say Well it turns out one was mad ! So just for once I hope these genes That pass traits down the line Will skip some generations At least the bad bits - not in mine ! The shoppings been delivered But the man forgot the bread And the chicken that was meant for tea We had fish and chips instead. Thats about all I've done today Well my throat hurt......I felt ill And I've just remembered something vital My prescription pills !! I should have picked them up today Instead on logging on Just goes to show that once switched on All other thoughts have gone ! Addicted ? Me ? No never ! I can switch off..............course I can ! I'm going to do it now........watch me....... Oh eck.........can't move my hand.......!!!!!! |
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25-02-2007, 04:42 PM
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Oh dear I do have a dilemma
My house badly needs a de-clutter There's stuff on the floor ......where did it come from Bill looks at it all and just mutters. I bought all this stuff for a reason I must have loved it at the time But where do I put it all -there's just not room In this little abode I call mine. My drawers are all full with stuff I've forgotten So really it hasn't been missed My cupboards are full with things I don't use Oh to minimilise would be bliss ! I've got board games and bits of material (Thought it might come in handy one day) What for ? I don't know.......but something And now, well, it's just in the way. My spare room is full of coats I don't wear And curtains that no longer fit Glass vases too small for the flowers that I buy Oh......there's a box of candle making kit ! I blame all this hoarding on Grandma and Dad They threw not one item away Grans whole house took a week to clear out Dad's bedroom......well that took several days ! And half of Dad's stuff I brought home with me I can't let the old man go yet I've his drum sticks, his symbol and snare drum His old kit bag and shoe cleaning set. So someone out there......please help me Cos this lot is all driving me mad It's free to a good home........anything I've got Long as it didn't belong to my Dad ! I'd advertise on the freecycle website But does anyone want what I've got ? I'd feel so embarassed if everyone said 'No' And I'd be left cluttered up with this lot ! A Boot Fair ? I thought well, just maybe But what can I charge for my 'tat' ? 50p ?- maybe some items a pound ? No......I'd buy more and bring what's left back ! |
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