Yellowy Fever

Speaks for itself.....

Yellowy fever...

My daughter (somehow) lost her shoe

Off a railway station onto the track!

She said 'Oh damn it

My favourite yellow footwear'!

Felt embarrassed to look and go back!

She phoned her fella in total despair -

'I can't possibly hop all the way home'!

He said 'But supposing there's more shoes

And they can't find yours'?

'But I'm a size two'! (She swore down the phone)

'There'll only be one bright yellow shoe -

To match my yellow knit hat'!

In between the the strongest of volts

And the high speed trains -

'I'm sure they won't mind about that'?

So 999 was dialed;

The fire fighters in their full regalia.

The bravest of men

Took tentative steps

Threw themselves into shoe-finding mania.

But alas, it was much too late,

Run over, looked like a strip of long paint.

Stuck on the wheel - the brightest of yellows

Looked like a strobe lighting

And the people of London felt faint.

The trains and city came to a halt,

Coz there's a new type of bug going 'round

(Some kind of yellowy fever)

She's been told to use more super glue

So her shoes in the future don't leave her!

For my daft daughter

Outbreak!

Outbreak!

We've invaded all your private space in your safe warm home,
Dropped in unexpectedly - we didn't even phone!
We crept in very quietly, made the most of our short stay,
Finally being discovered after some excruciating itchy days!

We heard it through the grapevine - our being there was so outrageous;
We tried to live there peacefully then found out we were dangerous!
Didn't mean to make you feel that bad by being so contagious,
We made our made our mark in many ways - branded ourselves infamous!

We got on well us females - as busy little mites;
Nibbling dead skin, blood and debris (really sorry about those bites)
Can't help being what we are just tiny helpless parasites -
And apologise for those sores - they weren't a pretty sight!

Making ourselves at home burrowing deep under your skin,
A warm comfortable haven, deep and dark within.
Left some silvery streaks while we laid our offspring eggs,
A safe environment to live and breed, to multiply and spread.

We know that you found us extremely disconcerting
And apologise profusely for all the fuss and hurting.
We knew it was only a matter of time before it would be curtains,
To stamp us out and kill us off - we knew that would be certain!

Until that dreadful day that came, we smelt some foulish cream,
It made us feel so sickly, found ourselves in a bad dream.
Thought we found new living quarters, this simply wasn't fair;
Was it really such a problem - with us living there?

It was after we were soaped and scrubbed, you soaked us with a shower,
We started to lose control - with all our mite-like power!
Now down the watery plughole in the residential home,
You didn't want us to hang around too long to gnaw and hear you groan!

We hedged our bets right from the start - a lot of ifs and maybes,
But can't resist the taste of human flesh from the old to young cute babies!
The diagnoses could have been much worse - it might have been the Rabies;
Just count yourself lucky it was a simple outbreak of Scabies!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

11th January 2009

Setback

Setback

Comfort Zones, chats on the 'phone,
The world didn't seem so bad.
Over cups of coffee and lunch at home,
Took advantage of what we had.

Miss the pops ins, drop ins,
The love, support and laughter
Thought us moving here
Would be happy ever after.

Don't miss the town, it changed too much
But those friends, they stayed the same.
My heart still hurts, it grieves for them
And can't describe the pain.

Some things are set in concrete -
Some people just can't forget;
An hour's fast drive up the motorway
Is too far for this one regret.

Thought I was moving forward
But feels like ten steps back,
Didn't realise how much I missed -
The emotion feels so black.

This town is full of niceties
It's sweet and kind and true,
But there's a big part of my heart
That's sixty miles away from you.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1st January 2009

Undecided!

Oh the dramatics!


Undecided!

I'm running through my feelings
Working side by side in thoughts;
Struggled with my senses;
My emotions I have fought.
I've run around in circles,
Got lost in a sphere
It’s all getting two dimensional
And not exactly clear!

Analysed my issues
Thinking about all this
Reached for the box of tissues
But not quite got the gist.
Tried to iron out uncertainties
Some reservations straightened out
But they still remain all jumbled,
Is it all about just nowt?

So profoundly confused,
Lost in an entire maze;
Am getting more perplexed
At this labyrinth of faze.
Feel so indecisive,
Vulnerable and easily lead
Mentality no longer what it was
Within my tortured head.

My thinking is too crowded,
My views are getting clouded,
My inner voice is shrouded;
It's all become confounded.
My line of thought is being hounded
And now it’s totally unfounded.

Swimming through enigmas,
There's too much mystery;
Am drowning in bewilderment -
What is happening to me?
My psyche is complicated -
Completely in a muddle,
My beliefs are saturated
With endless mindless struggles.

Need some basic answers,
Straightforward fundamentals;
Want some solid ground -
Not messy temperamentals.
Just want things more direct -
All in Black and White!
After another sleepless night
Want to see more morning light.

This time consuming energy
Has begun to take control of me,
Just want to turn around and flee!
Was not anticipating
My hormones to be raging
Feel I have lost the plot;
These problems are not solved -
Do I take this HRT –
This hormone therapy
Or do I simply not?

Copyright Linda Lawrence
13th October 2008

In my bedroom!

In my bedroom!

On top of the stairs
Turn to the left,
Walk about two feet
Some music and a treble clef.
My Cat......!
A half eaten mint sweet
(And wrappers.)
A pound coin near my feet.
A model spaceship,
Some luminous stars!
A black banana skin.
A milky way bar
A broken rule;
Black pen with no ink,
Homework not done,
Unwashed socks that stink!
Three lego bricks, two yellow, one blue;
A dead leaky battery,
An empty bottle of superglue.
Playstation discs
Spread over the floor,
Demin jeans worn today
Screwed up near the door!
A very sharp pencil -
A tube of pretend blood!
An old birthday card -
My trainers - full of mud!
C.D.s, D.V.D's
My twelve inch T.V.
Dads' 'lost' shed keys,
A skin from a kiwi!
A four stringed guitar,
Drop dead Fred
And somewhere in the middle -
My bed!

With loads of other mess!

For my daft Son

School holidays!

School holidays!

Sit around in my pyjamas, laze about all day

Wallowing in simplicity while the days just fade away.

Wishing every single school day could be a lot like this -

Doing absolutely nothing, what perfect heavenly bliss!

No teachers or some homework, just hanging out with my mates,

Or busy doing nothingness, staying up extremely late.

Raid the cupboards and the fridge; eat all the crisps that I call brunch;

Devour my breakfast in the afternoon, way way way past lunch!

Watch scary films in the afternoon with the curtains pulled,

Still awake at 4.00 a.m., scared of what I saw – whatever it was called!

Lay ins, stay ins, day ins, beats Maths and History -

Would rather be bone idle, laze about and watch a mystery.

Gone now for the next few weeks are English and P.E.,

Would rather just be indolent and watch rubbish on T.V.!

I’ve lost track of all the days and time, knee deep in apathy,

But got to admit while school is out, I enjoy some lethargy!

Fed up with neatly ironed uniform, the whole curriculum,

Enjoying the weekly shopping – even with my Mum!

But when September arrives, I’ll have to be more enthusiastic -

My batteries will have recharged and school won’t be so drastic!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

7^th August 2008

Need a break!

Need a break!

Am feeling distressed
And not at my best -
Need to go somewhere
To unwind and just rest.

Fed up with the rain
Going to book a plane,
Need to go somewhere
To unclutter my brain.

Have packed my case
Sunglasses for face,
Must not forget sun cream
And a tube of toothpaste.

But now hear me groan
Sand is Pebble and stone!
I now want to turn
Around and go home.

This place is too busy
I’m all in a tizzy!
My pulse rate has doubled
And making me dizzy.

The suns’ burnt my skin -
It’s making me sting.
The Mozzies are biting
And I’m really itching.

I’ve been on some trips;
Left waiters some tips.
Now need to go home
For my own fish ‘n’ chips!

Am feeling distressed
And not at my best.
Needing to go back home
Very quick for a rest.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

5th June 2008