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There Was A Young Lady Called Sue

There was a young lady called Sue
Who lost her shoe
While courting in a wood.
She will come to no good,
Believe me, its true!

Cricket

Oh sleepy cricket
Where the languid batsman keeps his wicket.
I well recall
The sound of bat on ball.
Wicket after wicket did fall.
Then with one master stroke
A boy the classroom window broke …!

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The above is based on my recollection of a game of cricket in which I participated while attending a school for the blind in Liverpool. We used footballs containing ballbearings in order that those with little or no sight could identify where the ball was (cricket balls would have been far too dang...

There Was A Young Lady Called Suzie

There was a young lady called Suzie
Who said, “I am extremely choosy
About the men I date,
But it is getting late
And I am very boozy”!

3 Ways the Kids Can Help Train Your New Dog

Getting a new dog is exciting for everyone in the family (unless you have a cat), and your kids may be eager to help get your new pet acclimated to your home and family. Depending on the age of your children, it might be difficult for you to find a way to make them feel like a big a part of your new pup’s life.

Getting your dog properly trained is step number one for a new dog owner, and to kids, this prospect is very exciting. They want the dog to learn all sorts of crazy tricks with little...

Project H – IS Home Where The Heart Is?

Every one seems to write poetry, so that is kinda not novel really is it?
An Idiot, writing poetry, living in a home away from home, in her virtual home, with all her heart?
Old news – its quirky to call yourself an idiot and write ‘deep meaningful’ poems.

So what ? Who gives a toss – really?

Well damn– I paint too OK, and my name is Belinda. My writing name is Idiot, but my art name is and always has been – Belinda. That is how people have always identified me.Belinda, the little girl who...

There Was A Young Man Called Mark

There was a young man called Mark
Who went for a swim in the dark.
He met a shark
That night.
It gave him quite a fright
As it is against the rule
For a shark to be in a swimming pool!

There Was A Fireman Called Jim

There was a fireman called Jim
Who sang many a hymn.
He got a hose
Stuck up his nose
And that was the end of him!

Excess Heat

This excess heat
Will defeat
My erratic thought.
Me caught
Between the desire
For fire
And water.
Yet Poseidon’s daughter
Does cavort
Killing all thought.

Desire
Fire
Water
Daughter.
Forgetfulness in arms
‘Ere the alarms
Of morn
Warn
Of another sultry day
Where man must work, not play.

Writing To Forget

The Lonely Author

Writing To Forget

The beautiful woman
sat at the empty bar
lost in deep thought.
Why was she there
trying to remember
or drinking to forget

I recognize her sadness
It plagues my dark eyes
causing deepest thoughts
as I quietly pen my words.
Am I trying to remember
or am I writing to forget

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There Was A Poet Called Kevin

There was a poet called Kevin
Who said, “It being well after eleven,
‘Tis time, I think
To take a drink.
Yes that would be very heaven!
His friend made reply
With a sorrowful sigh,
“It has only just turned seven
In the morning, Kevin”!