The chill in the air is foreboding,
The fields lose their green overflowing.
The year takes its bow,
’Neath frost’s gentle vow,
As warmth through the dusk starts eroding.
Your Daily Dose…
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Cosy
We’re warm inside by the fire,
As the winds outside rise higher.
The storm softly moans,
Through the chimney stones,
While the night folds the world to retire.
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Trample
I trampled on leaves so brown,
As daylight began to drown.
Each rustle beneath,
Was time’s softest wreath,
On the path where the year slows down.
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Railway Journey
The Great Western train advances,
Through fields where the sunlight dances.
It rumbles with pride,
As the hills slip aside,
And the world through the window entrances.
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Fitted Sheet
I’ve failed at putting on the sheet,
It’s a monster I just can’t defeat.
The corners conspire,
To creep ever higher,
And wrap up around my feet!
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Postman
I’m waiting at the door for post,
(Perhaps more eager than most)
But the postman walked by,
And I let out a sigh —
Never expect a postcard from Ghost.
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Crochet
My wife she likes to crochet,
Her hook is busy all night and all day-
With yarn in a heap
Whilst I try to sleep,
And blankets keep growing each day!
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Apple Bite
There was a young woman called Lucy,
who liked her Apples quite Juicy.
She had a big fright,
as she took a big bite,
As the worm inside said “EXCUSE ME!”
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Bless you
There was a woman called Annaliese,
who had the proclivity to sneeze.
She said ‘its no issue’,
and inhaled a tissue,
and now she breathes with ease.
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Hold the train
This is the train manager speaking,
Please alight here for Reading,
I regret to inform you,
That we haven’t a loo,
We apologise; engineers are attending.