RAIN, GO AWAY!

RAIN, GO AWAY!

More rain is forecast, I've been told.

I'm feeling lousy, got a cold.

I'm coughing till my face is red.

Think I should be in my bed.

That is where I want to be,

With a lovely mug of tea.

I'm a native of this town.

It looks as if we all may drown!

Nanna says she wants an ark

Let's help her build it for a lark.

We must start, right now, today.

Before we all get washed away!

I suppose it's soggy everywhere

and Bedford town has had its share.

But enoughs, enough, where is the summer?

It looks as if its done a runner.

So if “You're from Bedford” hope and pray.

That sunny days are on their way.

SOGGY DAY BLUES. a poem of sorts by Ann Wilson

Another miserable, soggy day.
Typical Bank Holiday I have to say.
I've done more washing, now in the dryer,
Can't hang on line for me to admire!

I've tidied drawers and had a sort,
of unwanted clothes, that I once bought.
Some do not suit me, or don't fit.
Why did I buy them? Holy S..t!

To the charity shop, all must go,
Won't sell on eBay, that I know.
Too much hassle, postage dear.
Plus competition, with other gear.

No sun today, can't sit outdoors.
Time to do some household chores.
Brush the floor and hoover the dog,
Do some ironing, clean the bog.

Time to sit and have some tea
A slice of homemade cake, Yippee!
Watch some telly, look online.
Till 5pm, then time to dine.

Washing up is such a chore
But I've got Paul, that's what HE'S for!
Then more TV and a soap to view,
Same, old, same old, nothing new.

Then it's time to go to bed
Rest my weary aching head
Ate too much, tummy funny.
Let's hope tomorrow will be sunny. 






 

   

THE RIVER GREAT OUSE IN SUMMER A poem by Ann Wilson

A little poetic licence here to make it more interesting!!





Graceful willows line her bank,
branches drifting in the flow.

Regal swans glide softly by,
bright mallards come and go.

Silver ripples in the sunlight
mini whirlpools, crystal clear.

Fish, darting to the surface,
for a welcome morsel here.

Young lovers on the grass
throw in a crumb or two.

I smile, as I remember,
I did the same with you.

The little cafe by the river
still does a thriving trade.

Fresh cream teas and doughnuts
and cakes that are home made.

A rowing boat streaks past,
so powerful, yet serene.

Splash of oars on water,
a splendid summer scene.

Relaxing by the river,
a lovely place to be.

Sights and sounds on water,
simple pleasures and all free!

Joe

So sorry to hear my favourite singer Joe Longthorne has throat cancer. He has been through too much as it is , so I wish him well with his latest treatment.  You're a real trouper Joe xxx

LAMENT OF THE COMELY LASS. A poem by Ann Wilson

Behold, the dark night cometh
It bringeth silver shadows.
'Twas such a night,
when first we met,
In sweetest moonlit meadows.

Thou kissed my hand so gently,
what maiden could resist?
Thy touch was soft as gossamer,
on this first lover's tryst.

We lay amongst the daises
in dappled moonlight's glow.
My virgin modesty is lost,
'twas o'er eight months ago.

Heavy now, with child am I,
this gown doth hide my plight.
But thou hast left me all alone.
I am a sinner, in God's sight.

So flee I must, to bear my child,
To a convent, goeth I.
My first-born child, to see no more;
'Tis my fate now, ere I die.

THE PIANIST. A poem by Ann Wilson

This poem was written well before the smoking ban in pubs and bars etc!


I play for no one in particular
but I still play on and on.
Once I filled a massive theatre
but those halcyon days are gone.

In those days of glory
all the classics were my pride.
But I lost the gift I treasured
when you were taken from my side.

Without you here beside me
this great gift has all but faded.
Now I play in smoke-filled bars
and my thoughts are always jaded.

Now this hazy bar is empty
but still I choose to stay.
Whilst the phantoms of an audience
come out to here me play.

WOMAN IN RED. A poem by Ann Wilson

Why are you so sad
Pretty woman in red.
Your eyes stained with tears
Was it something he said?

Your head in your hands
Full of grief and despair.
Did he say he was leaving
That he didn't care?

You say life is pointless
If he's not with you.
But hold on my darling
Your dreams can come true.

You are still young
And you are worth more.
Sometimes the right man
Is worth waiting for.

I remember these words
That my mother said
When I was that girl
A pretty woman in red.