The Tale of Otter’s fangs

Our otter without her denture Is a Dracula for sure. But in the morning, does her biz Leaving her false teeth in the fizz. Then pops them back in with a grin Regains her smiling bright allure. This morning, brain was hard to clear Foggy and damp like Scotland dear She whipped her pegs out, … More The Tale of Otter’s fangs

Walk Wisdom

I walk by a spirit-flowing river, Saraswati’s child By life-surrounding life-affirming plants Greeting each one A kiss here, a stroke there, A sigh of admiration to the peach blossom     As each week moves the hands of the cycle around More old friends return in at their appointed time Catkins and pussy-willow Fruit trees … More Walk Wisdom

Shall I…?

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Perhaps Uncomfortably sweaty and lethargic. Or possibly a winter’s night When I am shut out in the cold. Peering in the window At a roaring fire. You make me feel like a leaf Caught in an autumn gale Thrown this way and that And never knowing Which … More Shall I…?

A prayer

Now, listen here Almighty! I’ve a bone to pick with you About the heap of crappy stuff And pain I’ve just been through I know that you are merciful And do things for a reason But would YOU please remember To everything there is a season? You made me bright and cheerful I’m likely your … More A prayer


  I’m going into hospital But please don’t shed a tear No cause for worry, stress or fuss There is no need for fear. I’m only having tests you see Not put upon the rack The only one that might just sting Is the needle in my back Apart from that it’s chatting And I’m … More Hospital


  When I was still a pig-tailed lass An end of term report From my kind of St Trinian’s Just made me swear and snort. It caused my Ma to chortle Because she thought it fair “We feel that little Ailsa Is not a good team player” Well that’s a load of poppycock Or so … More Maverick

Ode to Hath

I have a motorcycle He’s my pride and joy indeed I am never ever happier Than when taking bends at speed. I sing with joy while riding On my black and silver steed. In summer time when it is hot The bikers all turn to A ride-out I can find sometimes I raise left fist … More Ode to Hath