True story....

True story...

My day started off when my pussy cat

Left a pile behind on my welcome mat!

I didn’t discover until my slippers stood flat

Now trod right in and spread all the shat!

Stood in my Pyjamas and to my dismay,

Woke up to this pile that was on display!

Not a good start to a busy day and

Don’t quite know what she was trying to say!

Isn’t it fortunate to tread in some muck?

But felt today I just wasn’t in luck!

It wasn’t the first time that lightning had struck;

There are times in life that it will just suck.

I honestly didn’t know where to begin

But parted with slippers in the landfill bin!

At six in the morning, took it all on the chin

And hosed down the mat to clean the damn thing!

The kitchen stunk of all things vile;

And son said farting wasn’t really my style.

And All I wanted to do was to run a mile,

Get on with my day and be versatile!

Though glad of the slippers on my plates of meat

Imagine the squelching between the toes on my feet!

Using colourful language I would not repeat,

Hold my hand up and scream at defeet!

Linda Lawrence

26^th October 2016

Paramount

Paramount

Your grumpy face;

Nicked ‘your’ place.

Your parking space!

Not yours in any case!

Instead you glare

While I try to care;

He is quite ill

And needs his pill.

You think I’m lying!

He may well be dying!

You’ve gone too far

Over parking your car.

I look around,

(He’s on the ground.)

Your cones tell me no!

My heart says just go!

A stranger shouts

He’s cynical and doubts.

(My car’s paramount –

Human life doesn’t count)

Your material thing

Has worn me thin,

How can you compare

To a life I declare?

I have no praise

For your parking bays.

Had enough today

It’s cruel nowadays.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

17^th October 2016

New Venture!

New Venture!

You made me redundant and feeling quite annoyed

Taking me away from the work I do enjoy.

Then a thought run through me – a feeling of pure joy –

Why not stay just the same and work as self employed?

In a moment it occurred to me, I shouldn’t be so cross,

Instead of being angry – I could be my boss!

Now I’m free, it’s up to me but very much alone

No rota to follow, long hours to swallow, completely on my own!

I don’t intend to work weekends after seven years,

Instead there will be paperwork coming from my ears!

No dark evenings or time I was leaving, just early cosy nights,

A warm log fire, family time, the job loss now feels right.

At fifty seven, it’s good to finish mornings at just gone eleven!

No starting work so early, feels like I have gone to heaven!

I’ll please myself; gauge my times, feels good to pick and choose.

The choice is right, the clients’ nice, there’s nothing I can lose!

And that reference a lady kindly wrote helped me on my way

As prospective clients have read all of which you had to say.

All the training, very draining; from now on I’ll be refraining!

Whatever experience comes my way, I’ll look forward to gaining.

My filing cabinet sorted out, now under lock and key;

Would rather be out and about keeping someone company!

All this filing, typing, time consuming, letters to addressee;

The keeping up to date with admin which isn’t really me!

Now this is new territory, invoices, paperwork all necessary,

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I’d rather spend that time with people, help out or just a natter

And for now, working for agencies just doesn’t seem to matter!

A pleasure to help, be there for you and do my best to care,

And when life’s unfair, do the many jobs that you cannot bear.

Depending on how you feel, it’s no big deal to cook you a meal

Or keep you company, over a coffee when there’s time to steal.

And it’s your grateful smile, your thanks that goes a mile –

The reason why I visit you makes it all worthwhile!

As some other companies rush with no time to spare from A to B

It’s good to spend quality time with you, I’m sure you will agree!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

26^th September 2016