Slug

 Slug

You are a slimy, creepy slug

And you I cannot begin to hug!

Eaten my juicy sunflower shoots,                      

Found the perfect food path route!

You’re such a vile little thug!

 

You might not have legs

And you I’ve come to dread.

It seems you’ve got to adopt and foster

The leaves right through my Hosta’s.

Your gooey mucus that you’ve spread.

You've desecrated my daffodils

Gorged yourself and had your fill

My lupins you've devoured,

My beloved plants and flowers!

The whole garden you will kill!

 

My chillies and runner beans -

To those you were quite mean!

You slimed and ate and chewed

Before they even grew!

You really were quite keen!

You’re such a wicked invertebrate

Leaving plants in such a state!

I shouldn’t feel opposed

And must really stay composed,

Learn to love and not to hate.

 

Good for our ecology,

You do pollinate – my apology!

Unless you make a swift retreat

You’ll make a tasty succulent treat

Like a refreshing cup of tea!

 

Now in the pond you go

You’ll help something else to grow!

All you’ve done is discompose,

Full up with creatures decomposed,

Now you’re good to feed some snakes, and toads!

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

14/04/2024

 

 

 

 

Things I love

 Things I love

The colour Green, autumn leaves, blossom trees,

Butterflies, blue skies, stir fries.

Morning cup of tea, sweet peas, swimming in the sea!

Family tree, Mountains, scenery - easily!

Charity shops, forward spring  clocks, music – that rocks!

Cats! Interesting facts! Bats!

Love to care, recliner chair and to spike my hair!

Rose wine – and dine! Being on time.

A setting sun, having fun, loving someone.

I Hoard vinyl records and play Scrabble on boards

Corrie street, warm heat, clean sheets.

Syrup sponge, a wild plunge, groups that play grunge!

Holidays, getaways, Fridays!

Feeling well, caramel, tagliatelle,

Banana split,  to knit, try to keep fit.

A good thriller, a chiller, with a killer.

Garden pretty, people witty, my kitty!

Ecology, biology, Astrology

Virgin snow, UFO’s, my wonderful son, Joe.

Good friends, the West End, my beautiful daughter, Gem.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19^th January 2024

For Donna

Chilly

  

Chilly

 

Ice!

It’s not nice!

The sleet and snow

Is cold and bites

All white and glows.

 

Dripping nose,

Froze

To my toes,

Right through my bones,

Despite wearing

Warmer clothes.

 

So nippy!

Everywhere slippy!

Cooled down

One hundredfold.

It’s taken hold,

I was foretold.

Feeling bitter

Freeze and shiver

Am frosty, frigid

Chilly

Rigid.

 

Perishing!

Fingers numb

I have become

Jittery!

It’s so slippery!

Icicles

In the humidity

 

Snow fell

Climate cold as hell

I try not to grumble

Trip up and tumble

But the temperature

Has dropped

And in the summer

It’s much too hot!

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

10/01/2024

Never far away

 Never far away

 

I’ve posted off my Christmas cards,

Tho’ postage stamps on less.

Christmas cards used to be the dearest

Now it’s posting I invest.

 

But every card that’s posted

I truly feel so blessed,

The recipient that reads that card

In my life they’ve been the best.

 

They’ve played a part in my journey -

The small amount I’ve sent,

Their meaning has been special

The stamp has been well spent.

 

And as I write well-meaning words

So happy to write their name!

Another for their birthday

And next year just the same.

 

If I don’t receive one back

I understand you cannot afford

As long as you remember me

You’re still so much adored.

 

There is also modern tech

With gifs to make me smile

That travel the same distance

However many miles. 

Posted through your letter box 

Or best wishes on your phone. 

It seems like only yesterday 

How the time has flown. 

 

No matter how much time has passed

Will keep in touch at special times

I’ve been in your life

As you have been in mine.

 

The blessing in that letter box

That was posted off today

All with thoughts of you

That are never far away

 

I’ve invested in some stamps

But there is no price on friends,

Or family, or special people

That’s why this rhyme’s been penned.

 

 

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

12/12/2023