I Must Not Be Late I was charged with writing one hundred lines. I started them with gusto. Why was I to do this thing? For being late. If you must know. So halfway there I hit a block My gusto up and left. What should I do to stay true? My heart it was bereft (yeah right). An excuse I decided is what I would need And to the gullible I would it feed. But what to say to those who ask As to why I failed at this simple task? My dog ate my iPad? Hmm maybe no. A lack of imagination that would show. My pet hamster went berserk? Yes, that excuse may just work. So please sir let me explain How I failed, to my deep shame. Hamster Harry's a crafty lad And savagely attacked my iPad. I know you won't be filled with hate. If I sincerely promise Not to be late.

I return Hello dear friends forgive me please, I beg of you upon my knees. My absence certainly wasn't planned Time away from this promised land. Once more I come to this merry realm My imagination at the helm, I ride upon the waves of ink Encouraged always to dream and think. Time I shall spend reading your prose Learning of your joys and woes. I may offer a word or three I know you will all humour me. Such joy to be here once more Stepping through the open door To a world of wonder shining bright, Being here always feels so right!

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House Sitting Donkeys and ponies, Chickens and dogs. Wallowing in wellies, Surrounded by dogs. Rising at dawn Checking the weather. Rain over mountains And dew on the heather. Feed the beasts And muck out the stalls. Hang out the laundry; Not forgetting the smalls. Sit down to breakfast Dippy eggs and some toast. A hot cup of tea. What needs doing the most? Shall I sweep the floor, Or take the kids to the beach? Curl up with a book Or find something to teach? House sitting for dad While he's off climbing hills. The thought of those mountains Gives me the chills. No, I'd rather be here Cleaning and feeding. Than clinging to cliffs With fingers a bleeding. So as the sun rises, I'll grumble my way Out to the stables, To start a new day.

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