Friday, 27 August 2010

Just Doodling

I am putting together a poetry collection, called 'Just Doodling.'  This is a selection of poems written by me over the last few years.  It's good fun to do, and here is one of the poems that will be in the booklet.


Opening a flower shop on the estate,

What a mistake, was the general debate.

An old lady shuffled into sight, as I closed the door one night,

With a friendly smile and twinkling eyes.

“You’ll do well here.”

She told me that she cleaned at the Swan.

Two weeks later we had our first funeral order,

Relatives of Marion, who cleaned at the Swan.

I clearly remember her charming face,

The old cleaning lady who passed that day,

A spirit of goodwill who came to say,

“Keep cheerful, happy and bright,

Business isn’t built overnight.


Her family worried about paying the bill,


On clearing her bungalow they found,

In Marion’s wardrobe a purse safe and sound,

Containing no less, a hundred pound.

That jolly old lady who was fond of a whiskey,

And enjoyed to smoke,

Had saved up, and had the last joke.

The relief on their faces was plain to see,

First they cried, and then laughed at her frugality.

“You’ll do well here.” She’d said.

Thanks Marion,

We are doing well, and as you can tell.

Those who doubted we would,

Are stuck in the mud.

Unlike you,

Who knew,

Life is for living.


Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Grumpy pansy

Here is a picture of a grumpy old pansy at the bottom of our garden.  He didn't like having his picture taken, so he'll be most annoyed at being posted onto my blog. 

Reading another P.G. Wodehouse story.  Summer Lightening.  It's very funny, and is set at Blanding's Castle. 

I am proud to have my photograph of sunflowers on 'Acumen' website.  When you took out a subscription to the magazine, at the beginning of the year, it included a free pack of seeds from Sutton's of Torquay.  They've grown into giants of great beauty.  You can see it here.

Here is my poem, Greenhouse Wars.  Just for fun....

Greenhouse Wars

Winding round the wigwam canes, vines and leaves entwine.

Tomato plants with fruit on, coming along fine.

Derek swears he’s eating his, I don’t believe a word,

Unless they eat them green and that’s just absurd.

Keith on the allotment has eaten small green beans,

Small as in minute I think is what he means.

Pat and Maurice cut cucumbers last weekend,

So did I, but I won’t pretend It was the biggest, tasty all the same.

Now aubergines and chillies vie for breathing space,

Along with lettuce, basil and cabbage,

Tomatoes take priority now, as they’re the nicest to eat,

Potted marigolds deter the flies,

Resident toad eats the ground level pests.

Giant sunflowers wafting in the wind, standing guard,

Like majestic queens regally swaying on our back- yard.