There was an old man called Kenny,
Who loved his money, his pennies,
He nursed them each day,
What more can I say,
About Kenny, obsessed with his pennies.
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Miser Kenny
The Blood Moon
I saw the Blood Moon through my window last night,
I saw the Blood Moon; I got such a fright,
As it hung in the sky in the deep of the night,
I was scared and amazed at the beautiful sight.
A Shadowy Sight
I saw a lone figure, a shadowy sight,
While walking the woods one dark wintry night,
So I quickened my pace and hurried my step,
To escape its attention and forget we had met.
The mysterious figure following my route,
Shadowing my steps, copying my truth,
Never let up despite my great pains,
To escape its attention and break free of its reign.
Minutes passed, hours and then days,
Weeks followed by months and years deathly grey,
Until one dark wintry night while walking the same wood,
I confronted the thing that held onto my truth.
Having prevailed over fear, I could see what it was,
An angel, a guardian angel, sent down from above,
Then it opened its wings, showing me the light of my life,
And I welcomed it into my soul with delight.
I Have a Little Satnav, by Pam Ayres
I have a little Satnav; it sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver’s friend it tells you where you are.
I have a little Satnav; I’ve had it all my life
It’s better than the normal ones, My Satnav is my wife.
It gives me full instructions, especially how to drive
“It’s sixty miles an hour”, it says, “You’re doing sixty five”.
It tells me when to stop and start, and when to use the brake
And tells me that it’s never ever, Safe to overtake.
It tells me when a light is red, and when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively, Just when to intervene.
It lists the vehicles just in front, and all those to the rear
And taking this into account, It specifies my gear.
I’m sure no other driver, has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car, It still gives its advice.
It fills me up with counselling, each journey’s pretty fraught
So why don’t I exchange it, And get a quieter sort?
Ah well, you see, it cleans the house, Makes sure I’m properly fed
It washes all my shirts and things, and keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages, and my tendency to scoff,
I only wish that now and then, I could turn the bugger off
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Wee Willie Winkie – Take Two
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown,
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the locks,
I’ve lost my keys, my feet are cold,
THERE ARE HOLES IN MY SOCKS!
Troll Bolf is So Sick
Troll Bolf is so sick,
He might even die,
A terrible thing has happened,
And he doesn’t know why,
He caught bird flu, though he don’t even fly,
He blows his nose and wipes his eyes.
I had a little sock tree
I had a little sock tree
Nothing would it bear,
But some little red socks,
And what a scruffy pair.
*
The queens of England’s son,
Came to visit me,
All because of
My little sock tree.
*
When he saw my sock tree,
And the scruffy pair.
He staggered back, aghast,
At the colour, rare.
*
He said, they are fine socks,
I must have them – I must,
How much do you want,
For the pair, he asked.
*
I told him that my socks,
Are not for sale – are not,
He replied, I must have them,
I’ll pay a pretty bob.
*
How much will you pay?
I asked, intrigued, a bit,
He said, I’ll pay ten thousand pounds,
Here they are, I said.
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My life is forsook!
I am a Vampire, he said staring at her,
A very old Vampire, you can tell by my skin,
My eyes and expression give also a hint,
While my pointed, sharp teeth give more than a hint.
*
I can see by your skin, he answered, I do,
And also your eyes and expression; it’s true,
But the stare on your face has cast a strange spell,
Making me trust you, despite not feeling well.
*
Still staring at her, the Vampire replied,
You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,
If the stare on my face was gone; it’s a fact,
No one would trust this salty old Cat.
*
Without offering her a chance to reply,
The Vampire went on with his horrible lie,
Then, creeping closer and closer on the cold deck,
He pounced, lashed out, and bit her bare neck.
*
Feeling the hurt and the blood running down,
She said, I was such a daft clown,
To have trusted a Vampire because of his look,
Drained of all blood, my life is forsook!
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One Golden Groat to spend in the mystical kingdom of Onishia
(see Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU)
A Life in the Poo
Good times are coming, I know they are near,
The best times, for sure, in a number of years;
I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs,
Until the recession has passed and the bad times have gone.
Then, when the money is flowing again,
I will thank those people, both women and men,
Who stood up to the bankers and politicians; it’s true,
That saved us, how they saved us, from a life in the poo.
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It’s Monday!
May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love. Good morning! Happy Monday!!
Every morning is a wonderful blessing from God. It stands for hope which gives us another start at what we call Life. Have a good morning and great day! Happy Monday!!
The difference between me and a bear is the thought of you couldn’t make me hibernate for more than 7 hours. Good morning. Happy Monday!
A morning thought, a morning prayer, a morning wish for a good person who makes a good morning for other peoples’ lives. May God bless you always. Happy Monday!!
The breeze has awakened the earth, The sun gave brightness to the earth, Birds gave melodious music to the earth, Then its the time to wish my sweet friend Good morning. Happy Monday.
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