Aloha,
Back from the dead (or should that be the flu then a stomach bug ? My, my these creches give your young child so much more than a good education). Spring is sprung so the garden is gorgeous. Can hear a small fella stirring so will sign off and hope to write again soon.
:-)
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Bookworm
At school I was bookish,
To book - a bookworm.
What would that be in Latin ?
Bookum, Booket, Booker
The Booker – yeah baby !
Others had their marathons, I had the MS Readathon.
They had cramps, I had a comfy chair.
Why is it bookworm anyway ?
Small, peevish, short sighted…slightly slimy
Alright – environmentally sound – but dull nevertheless.
It seems so passive – bookworm
Why not book Gazelle ? Book Cheetah ? Book Swan ?
‘Cos I’m a lover and a fighter.
I’ll see your James Hird, your Buckley and Sheeds
With my Lindqvist, Eggers and Clarke.
And I’ll raise you a Kaz Cooke ‘cos nothing beats that.
To book - a bookworm.
What would that be in Latin ?
Bookum, Booket, Booker
The Booker – yeah baby !
Others had their marathons, I had the MS Readathon.
They had cramps, I had a comfy chair.
Why is it bookworm anyway ?
Small, peevish, short sighted…slightly slimy
Alright – environmentally sound – but dull nevertheless.
It seems so passive – bookworm
Why not book Gazelle ? Book Cheetah ? Book Swan ?
‘Cos I’m a lover and a fighter.
I’ll see your James Hird, your Buckley and Sheeds
With my Lindqvist, Eggers and Clarke.
And I’ll raise you a Kaz Cooke ‘cos nothing beats that.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Well it won't be this one...
Mummified has spent the week scratching her head, trying to come up with a new poem.
The following is what I started with. Yes, yes, yes, I know - it is a piece of doggerel but it made me laugh.
It is NOT what I shall use tonight. I will publish that next week sometime but I reckon a few mums will identify with the content of this.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
I lose the house keys daily,
I scrabble on the floor,
Even when I find them,
I can't get them in the door.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
If I dress myself at all,
it's backwards, inside out,
I've vomit on my shoulder,
and my back has given out.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
Sleep is but a distant dream,
I'm chasing to the shore.
I only get a little bit,
Oh God, I'd love some more.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind is set on "shutdown" and my life is set on "stunned".
The following is what I started with. Yes, yes, yes, I know - it is a piece of doggerel but it made me laugh.
It is NOT what I shall use tonight. I will publish that next week sometime but I reckon a few mums will identify with the content of this.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
I lose the house keys daily,
I scrabble on the floor,
Even when I find them,
I can't get them in the door.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
If I dress myself at all,
it's backwards, inside out,
I've vomit on my shoulder,
and my back has given out.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind can't find the words and my life is set on "stunned".
Sleep is but a distant dream,
I'm chasing to the shore.
I only get a little bit,
Oh God, I'd love some more.
And I love you
But I hate, this thing that I've become.
My mind is set on "shutdown" and my life is set on "stunned".
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