On moving to West Sussex...

On moving and why we moved!

Wanna go!

Want to move away-
Want to move today!
Want things tied
With a red bow on the side
Be out of here yesterday.

To wake up in a different room,
Be free of this doom and gloom.
Need to be in a town
That does not make me frown,
It just cannot come too soon.

Got to be out of this place,
Need to be at my own pace.
There are too many rats 
And not enough cats,
Things are getting harder to face.

Want to be in the countryside
Where the rates are justified.
The people have changed
Their heads are deranged,
Want to take things more in my stride.

Want more shops, less takeaways
And to be right out of the way.
Need to smell and see
More greenery
Would like to move by next May.

Want to pay less council tax,
To go home and just relax.
Not to open the door
To the brats anymore
And never want to come back.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

26th June (With thoughts of E4)

Frightened

Frightened of our road, frightened of our kids

However did it come to ever turn out the way it is?

A parent is approached, he finds it hard to handle

To have to be told that his child's' become a Vandal.

A smashed up double glazed window in a quiet cul-de-sac

But worse things go on late at night and all behind our backs.

Pulling faces at our neighbours, knocks down private walls,

The youths and kids of today have no respect at all.

And the elderly that they terrorise are praying for some rain

So the children don't play knock down ginger time and time again.

They use such bad language and really do not care,

Such blasphemy and rudeness in front of anyone they swear.

Where we're in bed so late at night

They ring at our door bells, what gives them the right?

And all the things we've saved hard for, lovingly have bought

Now ruined by dysfunctional children who yet have not been caught.

The police offer no support and have never made a stand

No wonder the likes of us take the law into our own hands.

And although they have been questioned they won't look you in the eye

Only blaming one another and tell such bare faced lies.

So how on earth are you going to grow?

When all you do is sink so low?

The parents they deny, shake their heads and feel no shame

Swept under the carpet their perfect child is not to blame.

The mini thugs, what is your future (already look rough)

And all our neighbours who've done no harm are saying enough is enough.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

25th May 2006

Upside down!

There's a shoe with superglue

With pears on the stairs,

Tea bags and clothes hangers on the the floor,

The piano is stuck in the kitchen-

Can't squeeze it through the door.

Pans, fans, used cans - pay slips from Dans,

Pens and camera lens in bedroom two.

Pillows and sheets are under my feet,

Winnie the Pooh is in the loo.

Dirty washing in the attic room,

Ornaments on the chair,

Paper shredder packed with stereo,

(I've lost the wax for my hair)

My pills are with the utility bills;

This is the last time I'm moving!

Can't tune in to XFM -

Don't find the others so soothing.

I'd made several trips to the local tip

(Before we moved) With useless bits

And merchandise and pointless buys

(Needed a skip)

We were early - they were late,

It's cold and can't get the key!

Stare at lorry with all our material wares

And bursting to do a wee.

Rubbish bins without rubbish in,

Speakers, beakers, table legs askew.

Forks and spoons, bedroom lampshade moon,

Our terracotta does not go with pale blue.

The good food guide is near my backside

Along with some strawberry jam.

I've lost my flip flops in an unlabeled box,

Or were they just chucked on the removal van?

There are coats, musical notes

And plastic boats -

All in the boot of the car!

With snooker and football, an electric guitar;

Luminous stars that were kept in a jar.

The lawnmower - the cactus spikes,

The trampoline, table - all the bikes.

The kettle and phone put in the shed.

Want to spend all day tomorrow in bed.

Sanitary towels, fybogel for my bowels

Herbs and spices - my birth chart of Pisces

All wrapped up in clean white towels

With a few vices and other devices.

Clothes and throws, presents with bows

Nail clippers for our toes - tickets kept from shows;

Some written prose, the garden hose,

A sacred rose and photo pose.

(With all the other mementoes)

I'm getting flustered

There's custard and mustard -

The last minute things from the fridge.

And my Bella mag, all in my bag

With Josephs' Lego built bridge.

The mismatch mugs, bathroom rug,

Spare plugs, the water filter jug.

Josephs' plastic bugs, I've had enough

Just need a hug.

The iron is packed with the DVD's

C.D.s' alphabetical from Z to A.

Put out boxes for the foxes

Think that's enough for one day.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
27th October 2006

Down our road

Hi my friend,

What's required today?

What it is you need?

A joint, some coke and E

Perhaps an ounce of weed?

Full house again;

Same faces,

Same cars.

Parked outside our home,

How bizarre.

Are you hooked?

Don't you know?

Swaying to and fro.

Drunk and friendly

Your demands will grow.

Take away lifes' pressures,

You just want to chill

Always off your head.

It's you, you want to kill.

In a short time you'll be dead.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

25th May 2006

No regrets about moving! Still get homesick though – somehow!