On facebook games...!

Am going to bed;

Letters’ stuck in my head

Along with chocolate drink

That allows me to think

Getting the fidgets

Over colours and digits

And how to defeat

And not to be beat!

Getting in a spin

Coz I just want to win!

Wanting my Zed

On that triple red!

And while rubbing in cream,

Can only dream

Of Qat, Queer or Queen

On that lovely bright green!

I so refuse

To sit down and lose!

I try to stay humorous

When there are numerous

Consonants or vowels

And just sit and howl

When you get a good score

And my ratings’ got poor.

And the yellow and pink

Over this hot drink

Is delicious and cunning

To stay in the running!

Am watching anxiously

As I try every strategy

 But when we play games

Wining is my only aim!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Screams of fright!

How on earth did it reach this stage of road rage?

And this normal calm person now has to engage

In slamming on brakes - now can’t overtake

And how much more of this can I partake?

You’ve slowed me down in this small town,

You’ve cut me up now I’m wearing a frown,

Am spitting feathers in this rain and weather -

We almost ended up as two cars stuck together!

How dare you pull out on that roundabout

In front of me, want to give you a clout!

Did you not see me in this little blue car?

Or is it because you just can’t see all that far?

I slipped and slid and almost skid

Into the flower beds in my takeover bid;

Where’s your etiquette and your give way -

Did you not bring it out with you today?

I wonder if you did acknowledge me

And noticed I almost met with a tree?

With no thanks to you, didn’t know what to do

I almost bit off more than I could chew!

You didn’t hear my screams of fright

Your driving today was not quite right.

It really was manic and my feelings of panic

Your learning’s must have been of pure organic.

Male or female, don’t know what you are,

You need lessons to learn how to drive your car!

Coz today you nearly never got that far

Your haphazard driving was quite bizarre.

I had to think quickly, my head in a spin

Didn’t quite know if I was going or been.

So before you embark on another drive,

A thought for this driver, who just survived!

Linda Lawrence

12^th February 2014

Is it time?

Is it time?

The river Lea is like the sea;

Gone the paddling for you and me.

We all kept cats in houses and flats

To keep at bay the river rats.

And as we dipped our infantile toes,

Walked along the slippery stepping stones.

The sandcastles at the seaside

Now used for bags for waves to ride.

As now it has become abhorrent

The flooding due to rains of torrents

And many pretty streams down south

Losing beginnings and ends of their mouth.

As we watch, so helpless as rivers swell

Under this spell of weather hell

(It really is no thanks to the Yanks

Our brooks are bursting their river banks)

And of the Gulf Stream that can’t be seen

Making mud canals from our pastures green.

Wish we had a magic potion

To stop our streets becoming oceans.

As white horses and deep sea spray

Now waiting for a victim of prey.

Buildings, land, drown in tidal waves

As railways get lost in salty burial graves.

We’ll soon need to wear arm bands

Now the water is reaching further inland

And now the floods have made their mark

We ask – is it time to build an ark?

Copyright Linda Lawrence

7^th February 2014