Shared Smiles…

 As one who can’t type for toffee, (or chocolate) I found myself in sympathetic mode for the typists who created the  items below. Carry On Typing I say.

Metal Bin…

 
The
metal
  bin sits,
’til I stand on it’s toe,
it opens it’s mouth
as if saying hello,
I throw in a tissue
or cotton wool pad,
I wonder,  does it feel,
does it ever get mad?
I now need to empty
it’s full belly you see,
so I don’t want it
planning
how
it could
possibly
eat me.
LadyP©2013

 

I have this… mad (?) idea, that inanimate objects can have feelings,  so I usually name them, sounds strange I know, and ‘tis ever so sad when one wears out and needs to be replaced… many tears are shed I can tell you… x 

Tawny Decision…

  Poor
Tawny Owl was
feeling ever so weary,
sitting under a moon
shining whitely down.
He sighed, then blinked
twice to see clearly,
coughed loudly, 
staring down with a frown.
The large gathering sat before
him, were all restless,  making such
a loud din, taking no notice of his wise
decision, so gaining their attention was up to
him.  He swooped quickly, picking up a
youngster, who squealed loudly and wriggled
in his hold, Owl dropped him on a grass mound
safely,  hooted once and said  ‘Do as you’re told’
They all grew quiet, then patiently waited
for Tawny Owl to continue with his say.
Alas,
all they heard was a loud snoring sound…
Poor Tawny Owl has had such a tiring day…
LadyP©2013

Lost For Words…

Next time,…. I’ll do it,
I’ll find the right words,
next time will be today
but …………..next time
goes by and the next
then the next,………
now I’ve forgotten 
what I wanted
to say…
LadyP©2013

One, Two, Three… One…

Have a care, mind your backs, watch out,
you there…
don’t you know it’s extremely dangerous to
linger here?
There’s trouble a brewing, there’s a fight
in store,
I don’t know who’ll win but I know one thing
for sure,
by taking nothing for granted, you leave nothing
to chance
Now, …
lets start this again,
wishing I’d never agreed
I’d learn to dance…
LadyP©2013