Smile…

Heaven

Today I thought about your smile,

I haven’t seen it in a while,

When I remember your warm embrace,

It takes me back to a happy place.

As I watch my children grow,

My hearts is sometimes full of woe,

I’m sure your watching from above,

I know that they will feel your love.

But how I wish you could sit with me,

And natter over a cup of tea,

I’d tell you all my worries and fears,

And you would smile and wipe my tears.

I can only hope I’m doing it right,

As I tuck them up for the night,

I give them teddy and warm advice,

I tell them be good and treat others nice.

One day they’ll leave and fly the nest,

I know that I will have tried my best,

I hope that I will make you proud,

As you look down from your fluffy cloud.

Bra Shopping…

Bra

I need a new bra, of that there’s no doubt,

My boobs no longer, thrust prettily out,

So off the to lingerie shop I dash,

Wearing a loose top and waving some cash.

The fitter whips out her measure, so cold,

And bade me strip off my bra of old,

She prods and she pokes and squints just a bit,

Hands in the air I quietly submit.

‘There’s wired and peep hole, and there’s padded too,

But none of those would be right for you,

There’s push up and plunge and strapless as well,

Without trying them on we really can’t tell.’

Abandoned and naked, I waited in awe,

She went and fetched some bra’s from her drawer,

She said try all these and we’ll check the fit,

It’s certainly a challenge I’ll have to admit!

And finally she said with a bit of a sigh,

‘Your boobs won’t fit I don’t know why?

Maybe you need a bit more support

You could try an F cup as a last resort’.

My skin was all blotchy; I could take no more,

I unhooked my old bra from the back of the door,

I think this is perfect, I said with a smile,

It’s comfy and nice and fits my lifestyle.

My husband may not fall into a swoon,

When he rips of my top in the afternoon,

But my boobs will rejoice, to be set free,

Even as they graze my knee.

Maybe it’s time to buy a warm vest,

To keep out the chill from my poor chest,

The look is not glamorous I must confess,

But a lot less hassle and without all the stress!

Big School…

School

My child is off to big school,

I had to go and see,

The teachers that would teach him,

And the class where he would be.

We went into the hall,

The head was in a gown,

He saw we were all fidgeting,

And gave a little frown.

He talked about the uniform,

And said they must be neat,

From their lovely heads,

And right down to their feet.

Then he mentioned stamps,

And their diaries too,

He said they must collect them,

In order to get through.

He talked about arrivals,

And how, not to be late,

Otherwise the tutor,

Would decide their fate.

We had to leave the hall,

And go out to the class,

Some parents just walked off,

Their face as bold as brass!

The teacher came to meet us,

And talked about our child,

Some she said were lovely,

And some a little wild.

She said that she could tame them,

And bring them into line,

The children might resist it,

But they would be fine.

They had to learn a language,

And lots of homework set,

I know my child won’t like it,

I could place a little bet.

The school was full of rules,

That they should obey,

And they must be good,

Almost every day.

I had to leave the meeting,

My head was in a spin,

I went home to forage,

For the flask of gin.

Gardening…

Garden

I thought I’d do the garden,

It needs a little trim,

By doing all the weeding,

I’ll keep nice and slim!

The roses need dead heading,

I need a special tool,

I’d rather have a gin,

And lie down by the pool.

The grass is getting longer,

The daises have all spread,

And now they’re even growing,

In my flower bed.

The flowers all need water,

They’re looking rather dry,

I’ll have to get the hose,

Before they start to fry!

There’s no room in the garden,

For my lawn croquet,

Because it is so messy,

My balls have gone astray.

I used to have a pond

With fishes swimming by

But the birdies came and ate them

That just made me cry

I think I’ll get a chair,

And sit out in the sun,

Maybe someone else,

Will get my garden done!

Midnight…

Night

Midnight glided across the landscape,

Her black velvet cloak shimmered

With the reflection of a thousand stars,

Time stood still as she shrouded all in her wake,

Mistress of the night, she bade the moon good morrow,

Embraced the spirits that walked unseen,

And vanished into the darkness, as the earth slept on.

Badger…

Badger

I am a little Badger, I’ve done a little poo,

I’ve left it in the sand, hiding there for you,

I didn’t have a bag, to put it neatly in,

Or somewhere nice to throw it, like a doggie bin,

I often use a tree to leave my little surprise,

But I couldn’t find one, so I apologise,

I hope the children avoid it, with their little toes,

And some kindly person will find it and dispose!