The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And I sat in the pub
Waiting and hoping
I was getting nice grub
I ordered the turkey
and those brussels sprouts
But there came from the kitchen
One terrific shout

Everyone run
and everyone hide
We've found a mouse
Fortunately it died
But not before he'd ran
Into the cavity
Of the poor turkey
Oh what a travesty

So sitting in the pub
That eventful eve
All I could do
Was sit there and grieve
And ponder inside
Of what could have been
Of that turkey dinner
So yum and supreme

OK not brilliant, but had to write something today (22/8/10)

Raindrops on Roses? - You Must be Joking

I wrote this poem today (21/8/10) This is going to be added to my latest collection of poems!



Fleas on the moggies and spiders in the bath,

Come on now nature you're just having a laugh,

Wasps in the honey and bugs in the sink,

Sometimes things natural really do stink!



Mice in the cupboards and rats above ceiling,

My skin is crawling, that's just how I'm feeling,

Weevils in flour and lice in my hair,

Life can be so gross, it just isn't fair. (Hope there's no lice in my hair :| )



Moths on the curtains and slugs in the garden

Where is the mouse trap? Oh do beg my pardon

Roaches on kitchen floor, dead birds in tank

The water is green now and smelling so rank



When the fleas bite, when the wasps sting

And everything is bad

I simply keep scratching and scraping myself

And now I am feeling mad!