Always

For my children

Always

~~

As long as my heart beats in my chest

For you I'll always do my best;

As long as I see the sun in the sky,

You'll know I'll always be close by.

Wherever you decide to live

You know I'll always try and give.

As long as you will try and respect;

You know I'll always try and protect.

Whatever happens to make you cry

You know I'll always try to take your side.

As long as you stay truthful to me -

I'll love you unconditionally.

As long as you smile and I hear your laughter,

I'll always be happy ever after.

I know that in my heart of hearts

We will never be that far apart.

And when my time comes, I'll be a shining star

Still looking after you from afar.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

26th December 2007

Ugh! Brussels Sprouts!

With thoughts of Christmas.........

Ugh! Brussel Sprouts!

They're bought in job lots every year

To eat them with our wine and beer,.

They look and taste like rotting greens

And smell like tins of cold baked beans!

They even have the same outcome

As wind rumbles around in our tums.

Our usual sunny dispositions

Displeased by a cruel Yule tide tradition.

We ask why on Festive plate we allow

The horrible Brussel, it tastes so foul?

The humble looking little green bud -

We sit there, retching up the cud.

The mini cabbage will make us gag

That's only fit for a black bin bag!

Then more revolt - the veg and spuds

Served up warm for tomorrows' lunch!

That end up in a bubble and squeak,

Those leftovers' fried in oil so deep.

For Veggies' that are bought so seldom,

Why don't we just send them all to Belgium?

And most will end up in the bin -

Better out then in - they're so disgusting!

I know there's some who enjoy a Brussel

With vitamins to build up body and muscle,

While others like their taste and pungency,

But personally - they're really not for me

Copyright Linda Lawrence 
2007

29th December 2007

My arm is in a sling...

Having recently lost a fight with a wheelie bin, ended up having my thumb nail off!

My arm is in a sling!

My arm is in a sling~

Was attacked by a wheelie bin!

Am incapacitated

And very aggravated

By the cumbersome plastic thing.

My thumb nails' been taken away,

The house is in disarray.

Can't scratch my bum

Because of my sore thumb,

Can't even use the underarm spray!

Ain't feeling none too pleased,

(Mixed with my flesh are some mushy peas)

But my thumb got stuck

Shouted "damn and fuck"

But the lid, by then made its' seize!

Am having problems washing my bits

And putting a bra upon my tits,

At night I do fidget

All because of this digit

And am traumatised out of my wits!

I do not want to alarm

But only have use of one arm!

Can't shave my leg hair

And armpits - don't go there!

Am trying to stay very calm.

Don't want to make a fuss

But feeling a little bit crushed,

Can't begin to cook

Or read a book,

Or even get friendly with lust!

It isn't every day

A bin makes you feel this way,

So to the council of Sussex West

I'm not at my best

You've got a lot to answer for today!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

8th December 2007