Poem of the Week

The Snake

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
What you would give to have legs like me.

You slither and slide along the deck,
You'd love to see further with a long stout neck.

"Hiss" is your call it warns of your presence
You don't really care whether you scare or deter.

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
If you'd not tempted Eve just think where you might now be !

Poem of the Week

Red Light

Lady of the night
I see your clothes so tight
beneath the glowing light
you offer your delights

Poem of the Week

GIFTED LOVE

Take my heart and hide it
don't let it fade away

Take my spirit and guide it
don't let it play away

Take my love and own it
don't let it fly away

Oh,just keep me in your thoughts
my beaming sunlight ray

Poem of the Week

Wash Out

Wet grass alas the July scorn
Umbrella world from dawn to dawn

Serve one and dash the drops of rain
as Wimbledon flops once again

A rainbow in the clouded sky
brings hope of courts so damp and dry

Appear the warriors ready to die
in sole pursuit of a winning tie.

(No longer applies to Centre court)

Poem of the Week

"MORK" THE PRINCE OF ALL CATS

You show me that your hurting
I see it in your eyes
Your fate is etched upon your face
Time has drifted time wont wait

Look back on all the highs
The bright and sunny days
For your lot has been so precious
You've helped me through my days
You'll always be in my memories
until my dying day.

Goodbye my friend.

Poem of the Week

Twinkle of Twilight

Your heart is hotter than the sun so bright
Your smile singles out each ray of light
Your friends elate at your sparkling sight
As you dance all day and into the night
With every move you express delight
For only you can excite and ignite
‘The Twinkle of Twilight’

Poem of the Week

THE LATE St WALBURGES.

High above the Christian flock stood a church upon a rock
Its rose above the floating clouds as it spiraled up towards the sky.
It raised the hopes of all its people as it cast a shadow over its flock.

Alas the challenge came from above. “The church should close it is no good”
“It doesn’t fit it is to grand, a small breezeblock church is to be planned”

Uproar amongst the City folk and they all stood up and began to croak.
“You can’t shut the church “ what can this mean?
We must all write to the Pope and the Queen”.

The Bishop considered once again he agreed that to shut this church was quite obscene.
But in his mind he had no clue on how to save even a single pew.

Up stood a man who had a vision.
He said “although it is not my decision
I’d develop the land and rent it out
for surely this is better than to sell it for nowt”

The Bishop thought all day and thought all night.
Was this advice wrong or was it right?

At last he awoke from his state of confusion
.
“A mosque will be built and that’s my final conclusion “