Forgot!

Forgot!

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Forgot my lunch,

Forget my head,

Forgot I'm sleeping in my bed!

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Forgot my crisps,

Forgot my key,

Too busy playing on my Wii!

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Forgot my school bag,

Forgot kit for P.E.,

Thank you Mum for reminding me!

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Forgot my head

is stuck on my neck

My Mum must be a nervous wreck!

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For the third time today,

My poor Dad, Ray

Remembered the stuff I'd forgotten yesterday.

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Forgot my shoe -

What can I do?

(Stick on at night with superglue)

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Forgot homework-

Left it at home....

Once again, I'll have to phone.

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Forgot my coat -

I'll have to soak

But I did remember a bottle of Coke!

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Forgot my timesheet,

Forgot about school;

But don't forget I know it all!

For my son.....

Copyright Linda Lawrence
20th November 2010

Houseguest!

Houseguest

We have a guest - a spindly spider

And would like to try and hide her;

Crawled to her refuge from cold and rain

Away from cruelty of natures’ food chain.

Her tiny body and long thin legs –

Too cold for her in chilly shed.

She found some shelter in our home

Now doesn’t feel so quite alone.

Protect her from a sucking Hoover;

Won’t dare touch or try to move her.

She works quietly - looks after our house

Gets on with tasks, silent as a mouse.

She toils hard and seeks out prey –

Her food supply at end of the day.

She’ll catch the nasty parasites

Snared in web and out of sight.

Won’t put her out or cover with a glass

To cope with damp, long, autumn grass.

For others whom aren’t overly fond

But from me - a name and we’ll form a bond!

I’ll try to help with your survival

But so sorry that you have a rival.

They’ll always be a welcome mat

But you might end up as high tea............

In my fat tabby cat!

Molly!

Molly!

^

She's lovely, our tabby cat -

Not too thin, not too fat!

Skinny when we bought her home

No longer like her skin and bone.

We have to laugh at her antics -

Sometimes a little frantic!

She's lived with us for a few years;

She's very sweet and very dear.

Love the way she curls up on our laps

And laze about on our cushions perhaps.

At night she'll sleep upon our stairs,

Under glowing night light that glares.

She's crept in every single room

Been lazy from midnight 'til noon!

She'll wake us up much too soon;

We'll shiver in the morning gloom.

But just of late there's been a glitch

And recently we've had an itch,

With angry red spots upon our legs

And even scratched our inflamed heads!

For many weeks we've blamed the gnats

And not the culprits on our cat!

Now we're in it up to our knees

In jumping, hopping tabby cat fleas!

A tiny parasite and hardly seen

They've laid their eggs where she has been,

The cupboards, stairs, cushions, bed sofa,

Our three-piece and my foot loafer,

The pillows, duvets - in the attic;

The vacuum has been on automatic!

Now suffocating in hoover bag

And got to say, don't feel that sad!

Molly you know we're deeply smitten

But need to avoid being bitten!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th September 2010

Lady of leisure!

Lady of Leisure!

You get up, clean your teeth, use the loo
Pick up your ready made sandwiches too!
(Just before you leave for work)
You maybe think to feed our cat!
I wish my day was as simple as that!

Our teenage child off to school to learn -
Uniform ironed and ready - not his concern;
He too grabs his lunch and blow dries his hair;
The hoover makes an appearance downstairs.
Shaving hairs vanish from the around the sink - who cares!

Grubby towels miraculously now back to white,
Bedding stripped, now clean; a better sight!
Ironing ironed, cleaning clean, washing washed,
Washing up washed up and put away!
Will have much more washing up after today.....

The carpets are magically cleaned -
The spider's webs' nowhere to be seen
(Squeeze in a bit of breakfast in between)
The bath now brighter than white

But it wasn't quite like that last night!

Phenomenally our shopping gets shopped
With a new shopping list at a higher cost.
The bills kind of pay themselves,
you may notice, as we're never in the red -
We could swap roles and you take care of this instead!

And marvel at how tidy it is in here!
Even the toilet is sterile after our rears!
The floor is fresh pine smelling and dirt free -
The 'self cleaning' oven spotless you will agree?
(And somewhere in the middle, some lunch for me)

Most things have had a scrub and dust,
Suffices bleached, scrapped off some rust,
The dustbin, now that is a must!
The car is rinsed and every glass pane -
All windows to see through again.

And now the fridge needs defrosting -
It's overworked and now more costing.
The cupboards' need wiping out
Out of date crisps and stale bottle of stout.
Have the boys bought down their washing? (I doubt)

Trying to think of what to cook for a meal
Might not sound like too much of a big deal,
You prefer this, he would much rather that!
I don't really care as long as it cures
My hunger pains and once again feed our cat!

And somewhere amid all of this
I go to work and do enjoy
To do the very same things......
It is very much a pleasure, but!
You can't accuse me of being a lady of leisure!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
30th June 2010

Emotional State of emergency/Life in a tunnel (Two songs)

Emotional state of Emergency

We need to know where we're going,
We want to know where we've been
And what of the years' in the future?
Well this remains to be seen.

All we seem to do is shout
It appears our feelings are in doubt,
I feel as if we've reached a peak
Our relationship is no longer deep.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency;
Just want it back like it used to be.
Can't go on - just feel so strained,
It's as if we've already been estranged.

There's not much room for fun and laughter,
No prospect of a happy ever after,
Am angry, tired, emotional, sad and
Thinking of what we might have had.

We've nothing in common,
We're one thousand miles apart,
Let's rescue and salvage what we've had
And say what we feel from our hearts.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
It's almost over for you and me.
We've nothing nice to say to each other,
We're living an existence like sister and brother.

There's no close love - it's been and gone,
We're strangers singing the same song.
We need to rebuild before collapse -
Let's try harder (and avoid another relapse)

We yell rather than communicate,
You've got to admit, this is a state.
Our conversations are met cynically -
Do you think there's hope for you and me?

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
Tears are flowing that you can't see.
Reached a state of deep complexity,
Am anxious, there's so much sensitivity.

Sometimes it feels just like prison,
To each other we find it hard to listen
And family life - just feel so torn,
Around the edges are frayed and worn.

For a couple we are not that strong,
Our personalities clash - we don't get on.
What was good, now feels so wrong,
One of us will crack, it won't be long.

Chorus

We're in a state of emergency,
It's decision time for you and me.
Think it's time for make or break
Let's sort this out for both our sakes.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
(Automatic writing)

29th June 2010

A dream with the sound of sirens in a chorus!

Wrote this song during the 'dark' years'

Life in a tunnel

Chorus

My life's like a never ending tunnel;

There's no beginning as there is no end.

It's dark and I can't see the light,

And my sanity's my only friend.

All I've ever yearned for is meaning -

Some answer to my own conclusion

But every time I thought I've known

Something shatters my illusion.

I've climbed so many new rungs

But on each I've had to step back;

Caused by ignorance and uncertainty

Any confidence I've had I now lack.

Repeat Chorus

Any love I've had is now lost,

In heaven or through infidelity,

There's no one to turn to - no one to lean on

All that I've cherished has now left me.

This tunnel I live ins' so narrow,

Clung on everyday for some light.

I can't shake off this negative feeling

I know it won't come with hindsight.

Repeat chorus

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Sung by Dave Richie

November 1994

My survival!

Bless my son.....

My Survival!

Clinging to a rock like a blood-sucking leech,

A quiet little island on golden beach.

The pebbles shone like precious stones;

Many flavoured ice-cream in wafer cones.

Its blank expression and inky black stare;

As Scorpions drew as close as they dared.

It lay quite still beside its lair

Swaying on a boulder without a care!

The Sharks and Whales kept well away

In the depths of dark blue sea they played,

Of this predator they were afraid

In the safety of their shoals they stayed.

Was petrified, so turned and ran

From the creatures in the sea and sand.

One step shep ahead to survive -

Didn't want to be eaten alive!

But the Octopus was tied to a metal anchor,

Think might of made a tiny clanger!

As I crept nearer, counted more than twenty

Of arms and legs - more than plenty!

Thought should have brought my spectacles

As they were not real octopus' tentacles!

The baby crabs crawled back to their Mum -

Their sideways dance walks in the sun.

And on the rock, torn rope, so thick;

The tiny fish that swam so quick.

I'm laughing now until I cry -

My imagination ran awry!

For Joseph

Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th June 2010