On the Spring-cleaning!

What’s the point?

Why do we put it upon ourselves so?
Pressure is here cos it’s that time of year.
Dusting and cleaning where no man should go,
Thick cobwebs loop but we shouldn’t go near.

Whoever looks under your bed my dear?
No one peeks behind that vintage cupboard.
Is it gossip that one possibly fears?
So and so doesn’t clean their house, m’lud!

Please take thy home at face value we must,
Just be here, drink tea, eat cake and enjoy.
Ignoring the crap, the dirt, and the dust,
A cleaning company’s devious ploy.

To make us buy their products and offers,
Charge a small fortune to line their coffers.

Written by Julie Reed

And my reply...

Empty wine racks...

Well, as long as I know it's squeaky clean
And please let me try and explain!
It's got the 'feel' of back to pristine
Cleaning products we did abstain.

I've used a lot of our alcohol;
Some Aldi white vinegar too!
Spruced the house until nightfall -
You've got to see my point of view!

Lemon juice and salt from the table
Peroxide put by for my hair!
Nothing with a company label
I humbly promise and swear!

So if you notice the wine rack's now empty
You know why now, as there used to be plenty!

PS. I forgot to mention Elbow Grease
And hope by now I've said my peace!

Spring has sprung

Spring has sprung

How time has flown

And Spring has sprung,

Will have a moan

About my home!

And the Spring cleaning!

It's so demeaning!

Scrubbed the floors,

What a bloody bore!

The windows cleaned

And now they gleam;

Feel like the cat

That's licked the cream!

Had a lust

To rid all the dust

From behind the PC -

Hoovered, sucked out

Debris, such disgust!

Inside the control keys

That was a must.

Been a busy bee!

Cupboards tidied

Chucked out of date tins

By about four years,

(And some other sins).

Now up to my ears

With washing curtains

Am so uncertain

That they might shrink!

Or now hang out of sync!

Not always been a tidy person...

Pulled the bed out,

Vacuumed underneath,

Was so heavy,

Clenched my teeth,

Disturbed some homes;

Dust mites,

Things that might bite,

Tissues, underpants and a sock

And wrappers off chocks,

A book I'd mislaid

So that's where it strayed!

And all the lamp shades -

Am very dismayed!

There were dead flies,

Moths, a white butterfly

And over the months,

Turned a blind eye.

Have disinfected, mopped,

Cleared and sorted.

Haven't stopped.

Almost dropped.

Nothing aborted.

And as the hoover

Was on overkill

Thought to best to 

Clean that, I feel

Slowly going downhill...

The duvets, the nets,

All looking their best!

Worked with my hot sweats!

But got to confess,

It looks exactly the same!

And will all be done

Next year again.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19th March 2017

Progress!

Progress

I buy most of my clothes from charity shops;

It’s like a compulsion, I just cannot stop!

Of garments, there are rows and rows

What people wore, with much loved clothes.

Some colourful dresses, now who wore that?

A wedding outfit, complete with hat!

It fits like a glove, this winter coat

And tucked in the pocket, a five pound note!

I just popped in to make a donation

But had to give in to my temptation!

Came home with more than I handed down,

There are generous people in my home town.

But wonder who gave them, had they passed?

I paid for an item and hated to ask.

Or maybe someone who had just got bored

And needed more room and wanted to store.

Or was it because it just didn’t quite fit

(Don’t want to sound like a hypocrite)

And this top here is a counterfeit -

But who cares because I like and want it!

Or some little people that have grown tall;

A picturesque drawing to hang on the wall.

Outgrown a game and a much used football;

A little girl once played with her Barbie doll.

It’s not just clothes I like to look through,

There are many films to watch and get into.

Like the person that gave, got lost in a tale,

Cried tears, like they did, at the sad detail.

Some puzzles that have entertained;

A blanket with a little stain

Curtains with a colour to match;

Gardening tools for a flower patch!

Old LP records, once cherished and played;

The sleeves, they are a little frayed,

Now for sale in a box for me to peruse

And wondered who got into the groove!

The books that many authors wrote,

The love stories or crimes cutthroat!

The thoughts of such great imagination;

My mind is full of illustration.

The ornaments that adorned a dwelling

Why did they give them, there’s no way of telling!

So now it lives on my window ledge

And pleased that I’ve helped to make a pledge.

A penny here, a pound well spent,

To help towards some great event,

To help others who are not so blessed

It’s good to know I’ve helped with progress.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

12^th March 2017

Vice versa

Vice Versa

I remember a reel to reel
Complete with microphone.
Listen close to Pick of the pops,
Used to be my comfort zone.

And then there was a record deck
To play my records on;
Stereo sounds that filled the room
Though in time they were withdrawn.

Pocket money of fifty pence
Bought a vinyl single.
Chart countdown Sunday afternoon,
Filled with much loved jingles.

In-between, there were cassettes;
Tape all, tape that, tape this!
Hand written labels very neat
How much I reminisce!

Much was replaced by compact disk
But they sold at a price.
No scratches heard nor did they skip;
The sound it was precise.

By now there was the mini disk
And spent so many days,
Record the stuff I loved so much
But this was just a craze.

Then the MP3 it found its way
Into our music homes.
So very small and very light
And used with big headphones!

The MP3 it grew quite big
Into an Apple ipod,
So many tracks and album songs
But have turned into a tightwad!

So now I have a record deck
Some records need replacing.
Play music from yesteryear
My heart is really racing!

Now C.D's are so cheap to buy
Vinyl’s become expensive.
Searching for some great old stuff
My search has become extensive.

Déjà vu want to repeat it

‘Tho my search is incomplete.

My hands held up, feel defeated

Some vinyl’s been deleted.

Gone back to where we started from
Vice versa gone quite mad!
Nothing to play my C.D's on.
Paid a price for all these fads.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

2nd March 2017