Recent Rhymes & Writings

October 9, 2017

Oh give me someone with a backbone,
who knows their wrong from their right.
Not one who listens to gossips,
but will listen long into the night.

Steer me away from hyenas,
who circle when life treats me wrong.
Keep me close to the ones who respect me,

August 4, 2017

I'm not quite sure, but I've survived,
in fact you might say that I've thrived.
Without my food all wrapped and sealed, 
when I had my dinner in the field.

I've eaten food with filthy hands,
it happens when you work the land.
The bits of crust go blac...

July 26, 2017

It seems some folk think there is harm
done by the guys who dairy farm.
But I have worked on one or two,
and I have seen another view.

These guys protect our countryside
and breed their herds with lots of pride.
The cows have fields to browse and graz...

July 22, 2017

Oh the years at Agri' College,
back in the mists of time.
The fun we had together
when we were in our prime.

I'm not sure how we made it
and came out qualified,
we messed about so often
but somehow we must have tried.

We slept through many lectures

December 19, 2016

You know that every care home
is full of doom and gloom.
Where old folk are mistreated,
they have a life of doom.

You know they must smelly
and stink a lot of wee,
but maybe for this Christmas
you'll spare a thought for me.

On Monday we are singing

December 13, 2016

He always smells of diesel,
He has dirt under his nails.
Grease stains on his overalls,
straw when handling bales.

Oil dripped on the carpet,
mud on socks and boots.
Rags stuffed into pockets,
he's never in a suit.

Scratches on his fingers,
stains on a...

December 9, 2016

It's hard to go clothes shopping 
when you live in wellies and jeans,
it's those or pink pyjamas
there's not much in between.

I tend to get my work clothes
from the local agri' store,
but they are sadly lacking
if you need a little bit more.

I got some...

December 2, 2016

Slowly moves the queue of traffic
heading for the Christmas shops.
When you think that things are moving,
just as quickly all things stop.

Signs outside the multi storey,
highlighted in bright red lights.
Show there are no empty spaces,
no room in the...

November 4, 2016

I am just a carer
That's what people think of me,
It isn't very pleasant,
They've seen it on TV.

Blood and guts and vomit
Sickness and diarrhoea.
They wouldn't want to do it,
It isn't a career.

But I have been a carer
Since the day that I left school.

October 28, 2016

I'm a white American
born in the USA.
I'm a black South African,
I'm a straight guy and a gay.

I'm a Afghan rebel
fighting for a cause,
I'm an English vicar
praying to stop wars.

I'm a Muslim woman,
beneath a sacred veil.
I'm a young man, Iam ninety.

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