Five Minute Improv A challenge I set myself, With five minutes on #poem’s shelf. To improvise a catchy rhyme, I hope I have enough time But what to say I hardly know Should I speak about the seeds I sow Or should I speak of the day’s events? Though nothing happens that’s that intense! I’ll pluck a subject from the air, Perhaps i’ll speak about my hair? It’s blonde and short and annoys me so, Would be better, perhaps if it didn’t grow! Perhaps I’ll talk about my cat, Who’s ginger and gorgeous but so fat! For it’s she who keeps me from insane She purrs and listens with nowt to gain. That is five minutes almost gone, Just a few seconds more and then I’m done I have so much I need to say, Perhaps I’ll write it all someday The things that I dare not admit Things that need more thought then a five minute skit Watch this space and someday you’ll see I’ll write about the truth….me!

Rosemary's Sister Lyrics to a song that touched my childhood... Brother of disaster and sister of our fate Do you count the tragedies we see? And brother of confusion and sister of debate Do you remember the sister of Rosemary? The doodlebugs were flying and the blitz was at its height Rosemary lay sleeping with her sister only nine And no one heard the one that hit, the one that blew the lid Rosemary came out crying but her sister never did And we fly high, our dreams are all in vain One moment we are singing and the next we cry in pain But high above the heavens in a host of angels' wings Rosemary's sister will be dancing Her mother cried all that year as many others did There were times when she'd pull through now and again And the people there in Bethnel Street in the rubble and the stone Swept up the street and started all again When tyranny is biting you do your best to try And stifle all your heartache till it's safe again to cry And when the darkness disappears and the light comes shining through We'll gather up and start our fall anew There's a teacher in the classroom, there's a mother in the hall The children sit and wait for the bell for home And Rosemary is waiting, she has a child now of her own And she's waiting to collect and take her home And sometimes in the firelight in the silence where she sits Her mind goes back to Bethnel Street, the darkness and the blitz And she hears if there's another one, then the end will be complete, Well, I wonder what they'd say in the Bethnel Street (Fairport Convention)

Lost Christmas The child wakes up and jumps out of bed! The adult moans and rubs their sore head. The child laughs and runs to the tree The adult stumbles to the kettle for tea. The child believes "He's been! He's been!" The adult scoffs "but he's never been seen" The child is thrilled with a brand new toy The adult just can't understand, why such joy? The child beckons the adult to play The adult obliges if just for one day. The child at Christmas is one so carefree. The adult remembers "that used to be me"

Typical Family Christmas (To the tune of Mistletoe and Wine Chorus) Christmas Time, In the chemist line. Family's poorly but I'm just fine, There's bags full of tissues and mucus on the tree, Mugs full o lemsip; nothing's germ-free!

Crap The human condition Proud and strong A millennia to build with Our iPhones and throng . Imperfect we, To kill our own so merciless we; Torment, bully, kill the innocent We deserve our place?