Hot III

I thought I’d write a poem
but my pen was really hot
I’d left it out in sunshine
so the poem it was not
At least for just a while
til the pen it had cooled down
then I could write the words
on this page without a frown

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Photo – Jempics

The piggies on the hill

The free range pigs
up on the hill
honk a bit
as pigs they will
Yet strangely
in a little bit
you’ll find that
you are used to it
Just as well
as past first stile
their habitat
goes on for miles
And all up hill
the odour’s there
of which you are
most well aware
But you’ll forgive
the piggy stink
as they are lovely
in the pink
So as you pass
you’ll wave and say
that you’ll be back
another day

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Photo – Jempics

Ivy Gone

Had a conversation with my neighbour
as he chopped the ivy down
been wondering how to tackle that
each day now with a frown
But he provided the solution
hacked it down from other side
including all the overgrowth
on our shed roof I spied

It was good to share a word or two
and I’m pleased they’re keeping well
Social distancing observed of course
I’m also pleased to tell
And now we have less ivy there
as a result which is fantastic
Cos the ivy it had started
to get inside our shed of plastic

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Photo – Jempics

Bee

A bumble bee came buzzing
in my garden for a while
he buzzed around the laurel tree
and paused to bring a smile

So I caught his brown and yellow
fluffy body in a pic
pausing there just long enough
but I needed to be quick

Before be buzzed away elsewhere
doing bee-like stuff
Fine by me as just one bee
is one bee quite enough

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Photo – Jempics

Little tree gone

We had a tree growing
out of the front wall
which I’m sorry to say had to go
For though it was fine
its roots had entwined
and had threatened the wall, don’t you know

So with a snip of my clippers
it was gone I’m afraid
though I captured it first with a snap
Now I’ll keep a brief
on the wall underneath
in case it decides to grow back

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Photo – Jempics

Ditchling Down

Ditchling Down
the path so steep
and us all slippy-sliding
In squelchy mud
unbalanced from
the frigid winds all hiding

Ditchling Down
with Weald below
the distant view confiding
as we struggle
down the gradient
quite often all colliding

Ditching Down
the village there
sheltered and presiding
Each of us
a respite from
our finished walk providing

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Photo – Ditchling Down, Sussex – Jempics

Owning the cone

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
was feeling a bit glum
He had to wear the ‘cone of shame’
for stitches in his bum
It wasn’t very comfortable
and he wasn’t all that sure
why he was made to wear it
and what it all was for

So Wolfgang he decided
that he would own the cone
and wear it proudly everywhere
behaviour to condone
So he proudly posed for pictures
this memory to regale
in the continuing adventures
of a Sussex Patterdale

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Photo – Bezann Productions (aka Bezza Croucher)

Of pizzas and pubs

And so it is to Bradford
on another winter night
I find myself at Noble Comb
with time to sit and write
It’s fairly packed this evening
with families eating out
and workers sharing pints of beer
their voices raised to shout

The music on the stereo
is not my choice but still
the pizza that I ordered
will satisfy and fill
And the ginger beer was lovely
did its job and reached the spot
whilst I struggled there to finish
the food whilst it was hot

The noise it dissipated
by and by as people went
And me full and defeated
realised I was quite spent
So I finished off my beer
and headed back next door
to the hotel I was staying at
to fall asleep and snore

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Photo – the Noble Comb pub, Shipley (near Bradford), UK – Jempics

Raining

In was raining down in Shoreham
and in Sussex as we passed
with rain up into Surrey
by its leave but never asked

It was pouring down in London
with umbrellas everywhere
and as we headed northward
there was no let up there

There was rain in the Home Counties
and very wet outside
and rain into Northamptonshire
as if the world had cried

It was torrential through the Midlands
and still quite wet in Crewe
but heaving down in Manchester
almost as if it knew

So I was really soggy
when to my hotel door I got
But just as I arrived there
it decided it would stop!

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Photo – a very wet Manchester Piccadilly station – Jempics

They must be laughing

They must be laughing up in Norway
or in Canada you know
at the fuss we make in England
when we have a little snow

Sides they must be splitting
Out in Russia, Moscow way
as our headlines speak of chaos
caused by snow that fell today

And the mirth that must be flowing
Out in Switzerland as we
get all up tight and flustered
with the white stuff that we see

For though yesterday the snow
covered England for a bit
the sunshine here this morning
has melted most of it!

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Photo – Jempics