Recent Rhymes & Writings

January 26, 2019

I am a poor old tractor

Abandoned near a wood

But I was once a work horse

I’d tell you if I could.

I ploughed the fields and scattered

The good seed on the land,

Oiled and greased and ready

To help my old farm hand.

We harrowed the old meadow,

We rolled the g...

October 13, 2018

Remember all the moaning when it was hot and dry?

When all the birds were singing, not a cloud up in the sky?

Remember how we suffered with sweaty boobs and brows

And the farmers had a meltdown with no grass left for their cows?

Remember how we wilted un...

October 3, 2018

Mary was a battery hen

She laid her eggs each day at ten.

Ten thousand others in her shed,

Always warm and always fed.

She didn’t know that there was more

Not far away outside the door.

She ate her food and had a drink

Because she wasn’t bred to think.

At ni...

July 31, 2018

 This is my latest book and one that I am especially proud of. It will soon be available on Amazon. I am hoping it will help anyone who is travelling the very lonely pathway which is dementia.

July 11, 2018

I remember that day so far back in time

When we won the world cup, it seemed so sublime

My Uncles and Dad all crammed round a screen

I remember it now, I can picture the scene

They had all gathered round and were drinking warm beer

They were full of good...

July 11, 2018

I'm confused by the sounds, I think it's a bell.

I'm reaching for help as I wander through hell.

I can see, I can see! I think I'm still me!

That man in the jacket has set my mind free!

He gave me a ball, I remembered the game.

I passed it right back, (I...

July 8, 2018

I know I shouldn’t moan

I should be happy with my lot,

But what are you supposed to do

When it’s so blooming hot?

I didn’t like the rain

I got stuck in all that snow.

But now the sun is shining

Everything’s aglow.

I’ve got sunburn on my ankles

Where I didn't...

July 6, 2018

So many greats, so many games

So many famous household names.

So many hopes, so many tears.

So many losses drowned with beers.

The three lions proudly on each shirt.

The penalties, the days of hurt.

The time we thought we might just win

Having the dream is...

July 5, 2018

We are so very lucky, life here is quite a breeze.

We have someone to sort out our hips and dodgy knees.

If we are feeling poorly we can go off to the Doc's

who's there throughout life's journey until we're in our box.

From rashes when we're little, to b...

March 2, 2018

So many hate the farmers,

they don't like tractors on the roads,

especially those with trailers

and a slow and heavy load.

They moan about the cattle

they complain they hear them moo,

and phone up to say the bale stack

is blocking up their view.

But when the...

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