Socks!

 

Socks!

 

Socks again for this year

I'd much prefer some wine or beer!

Socks - they seem to run away

They never seem to want to stay!

 

And very soon they get divorced -

Go their separate ways of course!

So many old socks in the odd -sock pile

To pair them up will take a while.

 

And before my mince pies

Different colours, lengths, designs

Just cannot find – no surprise

Not a pair in one size!

 

There are cats, owls, days of the week,

Those were bought from a dear boutique.

I've looked so very far and wide

To see if one has strayed outside.

 

There on the path from the last launder

Clothes turned slightly pink I ponder!

The psychedelic circle designs

Still hanging on the washing line! 

Checked inside the tumble drier

Sticking together to conspire!

It seems they always disappear

And now it's really become quite clear!

 

And where's the pair my aunty knitted!

She sat there day after day committed!

One's gone astray, hate to admit it

They're the socks that nicely fitted.

 

Looked high and low for feet accessories

But they remain one of life's mysteries!

The bigger socks, the blue and red

Have vanished from both my men's legs!

 

The grey type is no longer matched 

And many others are not attached.

I've been looking everywhere -

It seems they've vanished into thin air!

 

So yet again, Christmas this year

I've new footwear coming out of my ears!

They will part in time I know for sure

And for now, Christmas has become a bore...

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence 

 

December 2021

 

Ode to Ray!

 

Ray poem...

 

He's got a kind heart

Cooks great parsnips!

Never want to part

But can't get to grips

That wherever he sits

The remote control

Appears by his side

Like a pothole!

From the TV guide

From channel to channel

While on his backside

With the control panel!

Seeing so much while he flicks

From laughter to sadness

Travel countries 

He's so transfixed!

And while he swaps

The programmes around

Turns it up 

And turns it down!

The news, the soaps

The competitors 

All full of hope

He's like a predator!

 

I bought him a chocolate

Remote control

To confuse him last year

But he ate it whole!

I've not given in

To this quirky obsession

And really think

It should be in my possession! 

 

December 2021

 

Autumn sun

 Autumn sun

 

Another blanket on my bed,

Feeling cooler, cover my head.

A morning frost feeling the chill

The start of autumn - what a thrill!

 

Intricate cobwebs bathed in morning dew;

Fallen leaves beneath my shoes!

Vivid colours, orange red and gold;

Catching a virus, a common cold.

 

Ripening acorns from tall oaks;

Approaching Halloween with a hoax!

Conkers from the horse chestnut tree,

A game we played, just you and me.

 

Autumn sunshine, morning mist,

Countryside the clouds just kissed

Darker days, feeling lazy.

Autumn sun blurred and hazy.

 

Harvest moon again - too soon!

Homemade soup in the afternoon.

It only seems a minute since last June.

Now it's gloomy at high noon.

 

The strength is weak now in the sun,

The autumn days have now begun.

Summer now has been done.

Extra layers of clothes for everyone.

 

Spiders in homes look for a mate -

In our house to copulate!

Our pets stay in the welcome warm.

Colours outside have been transformed!

 

Clocks go back before November -

Christmas approaching in December.

But let's enjoy autumn - it is so splendid -

Dreary days cheered up as nature intended!

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

9th October 2021

 

Headspace

 

Headspace  

  

It’s not about money, not what you earn,  

Its people you love and whatever you yearn.  

A house is a place to live freely and roam   

Not a show house – but a family home!  

Building memories and dreams – not a daily clean!  

To enjoy, not endure all the dust that’s unseen.  

  

Go fill your boots and lay your roots  

Share special moments -bear your fruits  

A safe haven with all whom you love,  

With spider and cobweb on the ceiling above.  

Not clean and scrub until it’s all flawless -  

Nobody cares they’ll all be aweless!  

  

Wear yourself out with another clear-out  

Just keep going until you wash yourself out!  

So much hygiene until it’s all clean and pristine   

And won’t be happy until it all gleams!  

Don’t let the garden and moss on the path  

Grow any more than an inch and a half!  

  

The house is tidy from last Thursday to Friday  

No time to browse and book a holiday!  

My loved one is tired, feels so undesired  

No time for loving – other things are required.  

So many rooms and floors to run through  

Or buy something new with the spare revenue.  

  

Much more to upkeep - so knee-deep  

Just want to shut-eye and get some sleep!  

More to maintain will go cleaning insane  

Need to unwrangle this mangled up brain!  

In this showroom with a duster and broom;  

Another groundhog day once again to resume. 

 

Every stone will be turned over 

There won’t be anything left over. 

Rubbish bins for rubbish collection 

Put out on the street with love and affection 

And this will be rinsed of muck and dirt 

Even if it means to overexert! 

 

Paths swept, promises kept, 

Indoors and out will be well-kept. 

I know deep down this isn’t me 

Is this housework obsession an OCD? 

This has become a continuous addiction 

And is now a common affliction. 

 

Cloth in hand and here I go, 

This should have been finished long ago! 

Another day and it’s just the same 

Got a written list to follow again. 

The jobs I do, they never end 

They’re very hard to apprehend. 

 

Nothing out of place, not in this headspace  

Have another vacuum around – just in case!  

And every day it looks exactly the same  

Get a cleaning cloth around windows and frames.  

The cars are kept washed and made fresh  

Everything is scrubbed but my head is a mess.  

  

23^rd October 2021  

Copyright Linda Lawrence