Category: Silly

I was pedalling home through the rain,

My legs and my patience in pain.

A car gave a splash,

My hopes turned to ash:

Next time I’ll just take the train!

I stepped in a puddle, then froze,

As water seeped in through my toes.

My socks held a pool,

I felt such a fool,

Because now I squelch where I goes.

While roses have called it a year,

My strawberry’s full of good cheer.

Its fruit, bright and red,

Defying winter’s tread,

A rebel that laughs at the drear.

I opened a box with delight,

Though Christmas was nowhere in sight.

It’s only November,

But I can’t remember

a rule that says waiting is right.

The thermostat clicked and turned on:

the chill in the hallway was gone.

Though the bills made me groan,

I can’t chill to the bone!

So comfort will have to live on.

I bled all the radiators clean,

(An annual ritual scene).

A geyser of brown,

Spurted up and around:

Now my carpet’s not quite as pristine.

A Catherine Wheel spun with such flair,

It hissed as it whirled through the air.

It fizzled and popped,

Then suddenly stopped:

And smoked like it just didn’t care.

A commuter was heard to opine,

“It’s leaves on the line: every time!

We’re late once again,

In the drizzle and rain,

In Britain, trains are late by design!”

Trick or treat, I heard through the door,

Tiny monsters cried, “Sweets! We want more!”

With a laugh and a shout,

I gave the sweets out out,

And they vanished like ghosts from my floor.

I sat down to play my harpsichord,

But the tuning I gravely deplored,

When halfway through Purcell,

I ended my rehearsal:

Ill-tempered and wholly abhorred