And more for Molly!

More for Molly!

I took you in, gave you some shelter -
Saved you from the helter-skelter
Of different people, places to live,
With maybe less time and love to give.

You make me laugh and sometimes smile
And miss you when you're out for a while.
Your little cry, your silent sigh,
Your pretty looks I always buy.

I don't mind that you are lazy
Leave your coat around that drives me crazy
The fact you never use the mat
Leave prints around - it makes me mad!

You're very nervous of the snow,
The wind, the rain, or night time glow!
You'd rather snuggle on our settee
And squeeze yourself between us three.

The vacuum makes you jump and squeal -
You never did like its appeal;
It really isn't a big deal
And wouldn't eat you up for real!

You're placid, calm, unpretentious
And never been that adventurous!
You are so natural and unassuming
And never needed too much grooming.

Black white grey - a pinch of ginger
Your presence around here always lingers.
Glad that you are here to stay
To keep me company every day.

Its taken three years and much time,
To trust and put your paw in mine.
You're soft to stroke and soft to touch
Just to tell you, love you much.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
11th October 2011

Up to my eyes....

Up to my eyes!

I'm up to my eyes

In apple pies

And apple sauce

Of course!

My eyes open wider

With fermenting apple cider.

Am feeling humble

But mustn't grumble;

There are so many types

Of those that are ripe

And another helping

Of apple crumble.

Stewed, brewed,

Baked, caked

Flanned, canned,

And jammed!

Chutney! Fuck me! - there are too many!

(And didn't even ask for any!)

Frittered, turned over,

Some left over

Freezer full - not planned.

Apples and mustard

Pork chops with custard

Feeling flustered.

Apple juice

Apple wine

Feeling fine

Apple dine

Apple time!

Apple surprise

Apple disguise!

Apple peel...

My eyes feel

Even more wider

Drinking apple cider.

One for the road;

One in my abode;

One for the ride;

Feeling tired.

Everything's blurry

Speaking slurry

Topsy turvy.....

Inspired by John

Copyright Linda Lawrence

25th September 2011

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I’ve had a bet

That the internet

Will take over the world

And all human beings

Will be in binary code

And robotic mode

And our DNA

Will be bygone yesterdays.

We will need 3 in one

To have some human fun

And a disc we will feed

For fundamental needs;

One zero, one one zero

We will look up and fret

To the internet

As our only living hero....

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence
30th June 2011

Sweaty!

Sweaty!

Drops on my face from yours

It bleeds from every pore,

From my head to toe it seeps

Oozes on my slippery feet!

Exudes as my glands secrete -

Not so easy to keep discreet!

Down my back it leaves trickles

Leaving sweaty rivers as it ripples

And from my brow it drips,

Wipe off my salty tasting lips.

Burning up and boiling hot

Smelling like I'm on the rot;

Feeling like my body leaks

Perspired and my armpits reek!

All my clothes are soaked through

My socks are slipping in my shoe.

As slimy saline has escaped -

Feel so hot and oven baked!

Drink more water, keep hydrated

But need the loo and feel inflated.

It's sticky, stuffy and just not fair

As the wax has melted on my hair!

From humidity there's no escape

It's clammy, close, I'm feeling faint.

As a lady, I'll work and glow

But please excuse me if I'm slow.....

Copyright Linda Lawrence

28th June 2011

And furthermore (Song)

And furthermore

(Chorus) Didn’t think a heart could break anymore,

Didn’t think that words would grate furthermore,

Can’t stand the silences or the wait anymore,

Didn’t think a heart could ache even more.

Don’t understand this invisible mess

Still trying to untangle and digest.

Trying to think of what is best -

The pills are doing all the rest.

Want to walk, need to talk,

Want to know what is at fault?

Deep in thought, want to sort

Because our life here is very short.

Too late for souls passed and gone;

Can’t undo what’s been said and done.

The answers’ in this bottle of wine

So just for now, all is fine.

These words are coming fast and strong

State of mind is weakened by prose and song.

You may think this is far-fetched

But my heart now is over-stretched.

Am waiting here all patiently,

The tears don’t stop, they fall freely.

Just want you to share some life with me!

Is that asking too much – do you agree?

  

This imaginations’ running overtime

Where have you gone..................?

So just of late, where is your time

So you could give me piece of mind?

You seldom now pick up the phone?

Dial our number –we’re always home.

Arrange to meet arrange to greet

And give this heart a healthier beat.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
Sung by Dave Richie who renamed it 'Furthermore'
8th May 2011

Tits Up!

Tits Up!

So how do you relax a tit?
How to avoid sleeping on it?
A muscle I've strained
A pectoral has been sprained -
And for work I'm now unfit!

Does it nestle into a sling?
Does it snuggle into anything?
It's an odd kind of place
Between cotton and lace -
The bra that holds everything!

I've somehow hurt my breast,
My boob's now got to rest,
But in what position
And shape or transition?
So what kind of posture is best?

In my boob I'm rubbing gel
From the chemist that they sell.
Going to have a tipple
To help aid my nipple
Tits up - what the hell!

Linda Lawrence
(Not even worth a copyright!)

5th May 2011

Can't give it away!

Can’t give it away

Would you care for some passata

With your starter?

Yeah, I know it’s hellish

But how about some cucumber relish –

Before they all perish?

Or some lettuce with pickle?

Now let’s not be fickle!

Eat some with your dinner

(You might well become thinner)

Along with some tomato sauce -

With your high tea of course!

Think there are plenty of bean sprouts

From our euro friends the crouts

For a late evening gnaw

That crawls with e coli galore

To serve at every meal

That might make you feel ill....

Well that’s the news for today

You can’t even give this lot away.

Copyright Linda  Lawrence

7^th June 2011

For my Dad

Territorial!

The birds were fighting over territory
All in our next door neighbours tree!
Causing havoc to insects and bees
Disturbing all our country teas.

Why they were squawking is anyone's guess -
Causing nothing but a mess!
The Crows and Jays make such a din
And all we saw was a flurry of wings.

The noise and squeals went on and on
When all we wanted was a Nightingale's song,
A Woodpecker peck, a Pigeon to coo,
The pretty chant of a quaint cuckoo.

A dainty sparrow
Drunk from our wheelbarrow
A red breast Robin looks so sweet;
The morning chorus they chirp and tweet.

But these were so loud it was ear splitting
They must have been feather spitting!
All were so high, so out of reach
But raucous with their high pitched screech!

When we looked into the sky
The loudest was a greedy Magpie,
Stealing eggs, I let out a sigh -
Then got pooped right in my eye!

We know they can't live in harmony -
How cruel at times can nature be?
think next time just send out our cat
And that would be the end of that.....

Copyright Linda Lawrence
5th May 2011

Upper hand (For my Mum)

Upper hand

Blue, violet, mauve, pretty fairyland

Has nature got the upper hand?

Or do the woodland creatures really

Rule this splendid wonderland?

Each and every brand new year

These blue miracles do appear!

All as if by a magic wand

Close to a fairy's heart so dear.

And while the big orange sun sets,

The bells will take a well earned rest

And as if by something supernatural,

They stand erect on new day refreshed.

While we sleep, pixies and gnomes

Make the magic forest their own.

Create the most breath-taking vision

As they play and hide under the stones.

Leprechauns will charm the bells to ring -
Unicorns frolic while creatures sing!
But once again, it's time to wind down
Until the wonders come alive again next spring!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
22nd April 2011

(For my Mum. Happy birthday old dragon!)

In for a Penny!

In for a Penny!

Now what can I buy for a pound?

A little yellow teapot I've found,

A countryside puzzle that's round,

A silver bell with no sound -

A creamy cup of tea in town!

Two paperbacks (slightly browned).

An alarm clock that’s wound;

Some seeds for the ground!

A pink princess who's been crowned -

A double-decker bus - south bound.

A sandy white plastic hound.

So what did I buy?

A washing up brush 
With a frown..... :-(

Copyright Linda Lawrence
21st April 2011

In our Genes!

In our Genes

Everybody wears Jeans -
It must be in our genes!
Young, old, middle aged;
Fashioned-concious teens!
Hug-me-tight,
Feels just right
They always reign supreme!

Boot cut, skinny, flared,
Short shorts, legs bared
Or torn to extreme-
You know what I mean!
Worn with a passion
Never out of fashion
Demin cropped dreams.

Hip low, leg high
High waist, low thigh
Jeans in Cream, Jeans in Green -
Every colour to be seen!
Girls, boys, women, men;
Everyone is wearing them!
Worn now as worn back then.

Blue Jeans worn with high boots;
White cropped Jeans with a suit!
Looking tall and lean -
You know what I mean!
Some are dirty
Some are flirty
But they always reign supreme!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
9th April 2011

2.30!

2.30!

Come down now and brush your teeth -

Get rid of all the gunk beneath!

Scrub deep down and underneath

Coz they might fall out and give you grief!

Use your toothbrush thrice a day,

Prevent the rot and green decay

And before the dentist has his say,

I'll nag you 'till you brush today!

Your friends and others will run a mile

When they smell your breath, so vile!

With missing teeth, you won't smile;

You haven't cleaned your teeth for a while?

Your future girlfriends won't want to snog

or view your profile on your blog,

With rotting molars and toothy gaps -

Your dentist will be busy building caps.

Years of treatments, years of pain -

Another appointment (yet again)

You're not silly and have a brain;

To have black nashers would be a shame.

You don't want early dentures, son

To remove and soak - it ain't no fun

There's no need to answer back or get shirty

But avoid an appointment for tooth thirty......

For Joseph

January 2011