It’s a long, way from May to December,
The wind grows cold as we reach November,
These few precious moments I’ll share with you.
(With due reference to the writer).
Some great poems to start November
Lin, Good to see you kick things off
WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE.
“I’ll go for a walk” I say to myself
So my friends say they will need to come to,
Parky says “you must not do this”
With force I reply “Get stuffed, I say to you”.
With trusty sticks, I start my quest
But a well known pal then starts his same old fuss
Says Arthur Ritis, “I can’t go on”
I ignore him and fire back, with a suitable cuss.
Half way round on my chosen route
Another mate begins to make his pathetic cry
“This hurts” says Artie Fishallnees,
“I’m taking no notice of you” is my quick reply.
Near the end of a determined walk,
I’m feeling quite good in a sort of wearisome way
But Curly Toze says, “I’ve had enough”
“When we get home I’ll straighten you out” I say.
At our front door I at last arrive,
Would you believe? another mate starts to moan
Dickie Hart, starts to flutter and fuss
“We can rest now” I assure him, in confident tone.
I’m sitting in my new HSL chair,
Well chuffed and enjoying my well earned rest
When Parky says “It’s Me again”
Over the pain, I shout, “sod off, you’re an evil pest”.
Regards to all,
Jules77 (Keep fighting)
And friends, Dickie Hart, Arthur Ritis, Artiie Fishallnees and Curly Toze, say Hi,They know some of you.
PW You certainly are a prolific writer, how do you manage it?
JP and TeeHee, Pods soon ready to go boldly where no human has gone before.