I love these days
when it’s raining outside
and I can just hide
where it’s cosy inside
I lie in bed
got nott’n to do
I may have some cake
with a cup of brew
I love these days
I love these days
when it’s raining outside
and I can just hide
where it’s cosy inside
I lie in bed
got nott’n to do
I may have some cake
with a cup of brew
I love these days
If you don’t want to put up a tree this year or don’t have the means, motive or opportunity, here are some alternative ideas that might bring you some joy. Or create something yourself. Dare to be different, dare to be original…
she is smitten with her kitten
she don’t mind the scratches on her sofa
and that she’s been gently bitten
the wire
makes me perspire
the switch
is a bloody bitch
the bag is always full
and the smell is rather dull
it fouls
it squeaks
it howls
it reeks
Hoover I hate you!
the difference between living
in or on estate
could be £5 million
in an estate
one has the feeling
one has the whole place to oneself
whilst on an estate
we know,
and (un)willingly accept,
we all live in one house…
where to begin
maybe with the small cracks
in her skin
every afternoon
and again soon
she sat down
in a kitchen
basket on her lap
whilst you heard
the water
dripping from the tap
she peeled potatoes
part of her daily chores
that earthy fragrance
ingrained in her pores
taking out the pits
with a tiny knife
the homely joys
she thought
of her daily life
white picket fence
wide picket fence
why picket fence
die picket fence,
no off fence
When you need to pee, sit down rather than stand up! This will prevent a possible deflecting urine stream spritzing the area surrounding you. Think of bath mats, tiles, radiators, shoes and of course the toilet itself.
It will save you a lot of cleaning and will prevent bad hygiene, bacteria, sticky surfaces and rusty radiators (urine contains saltpetre).
Extra tip: keep your pubes trimmed…you don’t want them scattered all round your WC as well? Or stuck to the urine for those who’ll remain standing?
So toilet seat down and be seated😊
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every day
she peeks
through my window
on her daily walk
short stepping her way
to an embracing slow death
me not knowing
who she is
where she comes from
where she lives
every day
her daily fix
around 6
she walks by
I call her
Frau Glockenspiel
I don’t know why…
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
~Pete Seeger
all in place
my cozy space
filled with things
the sun
and the dust it brings
eventually settling
like me
to some degree
I plot on
so it seems
in my tiny haven
the house
of my dreams
I have the hots
for you
said the stove
to the pan
I may turn up
the heat,
at least
that is the plan…
the light
is always on
in the house
across the street
every night
till late
at night
the light
is always on
when I turn mine off
late at night…
A Nonymous
was a shy young man
who came up
with a perfect plan
bought a cabin
in the boonies
to keep away
from all the looneys
glued his postbox
shut the blinds
build a fence
and planted mines
he removed himself
from internet
and stayed at home
all day in bed
turned his phone off
night and day
and put a sign up:
“Stay Away!!”
you spout and spew
from morning’s dew
if I knew you were like that
I would have got the other flat
little one
on her arm
her nana
meant no harm
when she dropped her
on the floor
when granddad
opened the door
little one
broken in two
nana clueless
what to do
granddad said
I’ll fix her up
I’ll just get
some super glue
aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day
more flies
fly in
than they do out
they must like head butting windows
what’s that
all about?
I stick
my neck out
for you
said the giraffe
to the mouse
but I can’t see
no cheese
no skirting board
and I don’t see
no house
cleanse
thy anus well
aft’r thee
emptied thy bowels
thee can useth
mine showeth’r
but don’t foul
mine own towels
the key
is to open
the doors
that are
shut
or to
shut
the doors
that are
open
that is
the key…
new house
new day
on the floor
black carpet lay
it has
my constant focus
and I wish I would have gone
with grey
in retrospect
vintage demands
new respect
to that effect
old is the new
we can’t reject
old knot
tied up
lays
to rest
rusty
in the gutter
of an abandoned roof
tried its best
to serve
an antenna
at the end
of a cable
keeping
the signal
strong
steady
and stable
now that I’m older and lost my hair
I am bald somehow
you stopped sending me a Valentine
no more laughs and now you just whine
tho I don’t go out much and stay at home
you still lock the door
do you still need me, you hardly feed me
now I’m 64
you are older too
and if you say more words
we just may be through
I was so handy, did all the jobs
but you broke everything
you placed my recliner near the fireside
I sat down and me bottom got fried
fell in the garden, I broke my hip
before it began to pour
do you still need me, you hardly feed me
now I’m 64
every summer we went camping near the sea
and in the rain, it was still too dear
we ate chips for tea
no children on our knees
only wasps and flees
write me no letters, don’t give me a sign
I’ll just have a brew
you can’t even hear what I say
I’m hungry here and wasting away
don’t want no answer, but fill out this form
like I asked before
you never need me, I will divorce thee
now I’m 64
~rewrite of When I’m Sixty Four by the Beatles
the grime
you see
is invisible
to me
you move forward
and offer me light
but at the end of the day
you shorten my night
none
is left
but angst
and greed
we’ve
only got
you dread
to feed
none
is right
but we’ll
survive
and
resume
consume
in overdrive
wiping away
the grime and dust
on you I can depend
I’d be lost without ya
my blue cloth
my microfibred friend…
old trash rekindled
revived to retro
pulled out the dumps
straight from the ghetto
air is all stale
table and chair
piled up for sale
at a price above fair
rusty lock
industrial lamps
seventies stock
give me the cramps
revamped to junk
in battered trunk
fresh antique
tres new chic
rehabilitated
vintaged venerable stuff
resold as hype
I’ve had enough
oh fire alarm
you’re such a charm
waking me early
you stupid thing
with your noise
your piercing ring
oh fire alarm
you cause me harm
loud and false
no smoke no fire
off on a hunch
you blatant liar
my fridge
is cool
but
my freezer
is even cooler
three blind mice
were eating stir fried rice
after they had dinner
they also wanted ice
but as they couldn’t see
they asked the cat to get it
yet the cat ate them instead
after he said: forget it!
your heart
is my home,
snug
and cozy;
I may
wander ‘round
and have
a nosey
will u stop
you stupid clock
passing time
on ticking rhyme
will you stop
passing the hour
and all the minutes
you devour
will you stop
every
tiny speck
of dust
I see
even after
I vacuumed
two times
or 3…
slowly they move
dancing to breeze
created by draft
they jive with such ease
this old pair of curves
hung to disclose
still got the moves
and elegant pose