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
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How Bipolar am I? Let me count the ways. I’m Bippy to the depths of despair And to the heights of over confidence I’m Bipolar from the start to end of every day I will shake with fear under my duvet Or offer to lead a Polar Expedition I will spend until it hurts on … More Sorry, Mrs. Browning
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 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…?
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
A pal requested I take part In an annual writing task I didn’t think too much of it T’was nice of her to ask. Then I discovered differently And froze in deep dismay The challenge was horrendous 50K in thirty days! The words I saw upon my screen Became a good first draft Then tinkering … More Back to Front (as usual)
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
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
The Bingergread Cottage 