Suitable outfits for this weather we're having

What to wear?
Shorts but take an umbrella?
Take a waterproof jacket?
Cagoule and an Hawaiian shirt?
Suncream and full scuba gear?
Oilskin coat with a T-shirt and budgy smugglers?
Welly boots and a welders mask?
Flip-flops and a 'haz-mat suit' ?
Snorkel, mask and a 'mankini'?
Sun hat and skis?
Bikini and a boat?
Sunglasses and a Skidoo?
Ankle socks and an astronauts helmet?
A windbreak and linen top?
Aftersun and stilts?
Huskies, a sledge and a wide-brimed hat - whatever
it doesn't matter!
You're going to get it wrong anyway!




Being Twelve

I wish now at 12, to my future self
I'd written; safely put away.
A letter all about lifes joys
that I could read this very day.

For at 12 I used to think a fart
the funniest thing on earth,
I simply couldn't reason why
the girls didn't share my myrth!

I wore the skills that I possessed 
regarding undoing a bra,
like a certificate I'd need someday
to help me journey far!

My body seemed to have started,
to do the strangest things.
Girls had become a distraction
as if my mind had grown wings!

Collecting girlfriends like "football cards"
was quite the thing to do.
Never just a single one,
I'd always have a few!

I wasn't quite sure what we should do
a boy and a girl together,
there was always something else to do,
it was always football weather!

I'd just discovered 60's music,
the 70's stuff was OK.
"The Bay City Rollers" didn't really do it
but "The Slade" I'd sometimes play.

Now...
At 64 it's the simple things,
I have a favourite hob
and am building up to retirement,
from my part-time job.
Here I am at 64 
you would have thought that I'd know better...
but I might just go find a pen
and write myself that letter!

I could ask my wife
if I could practice on her bra and revive
I think it's most important,
to keep those skills alive.

Mmmm?
...I think those thoughts I'll go shelve
and just go back to being twelve

She Was Dead

No need to Google
just sound the bugle!
Taking the directive
to an outcome most affective.
Tired of waiting
his teeth grating
...with repentance
is not a complete sentence
who's repentant, 
a distant dependant?
An aunt twice removed,
lineage proved?
No need to threaten 
our friendly Tibetan.
I watched the appeal 
he'd never conceal
the Nokia phone, 
his cover was blown.
That wasn't me
the fallen oak tree!
He'd wired the car
so she couldn't drive far
perverting the cause 
to great applause
a bang on the head
and gone; she was dead

Word Definitions

In a discussion aimed at reaching an agreement
you need good luck in making 
an unexpected 
but fortunate discovery
in the action of leaving - or ceasing,
work,
given a series of thoughts, images, 
and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep
like finding a food or drink which,
having a pleasant, 
distinct or tasty flavour,
not too unusual, 
nor too extreme, 
for the amount of muscle a body possesses, 
having all the necessary
well-developed muscles,
and being too infinite to be adequately described
yet being able to confess to being true 
or to be the case
that of being afraid of Americans.


A fan-tab-ulous day

With sand where sand shouldn't be
And suncream on your shirt
And the dog on your foot
And a pebble in your shoe
And ice-cream on your nose
And wind in your ears
And your bum half off the chair where you sit
And coffee stains on your trousers,
And you; deeply lost in that novel you're reading
And your left sandle lost to the sea with your grandmothers ring
and the change from your pocket
And you can't find the tissues
'cos they're lost in the bag that you hastily packed
so the coffee cups were left 
with your mobile phones' charger
and those sunglasses you bought
with that case that you liked
And the sun cream runs out
And the spare's in the car
And you don't feel inclined to walk back and get it
So your face turns bright red like a twice grilled tomato
And you know that your colleagues will kill themselves laughing when you go back to work
You then; fall flat on your back as your beach chair collapses
And you lye in heap in hysterics
nearly crying
And you get yourself up 
And you think that's enough so trudge back to the car
And you can't find your keys
So you go back and find them
And unlock the car
And throw your whole world in the cars waiting boot
And open your door
And collapse in your seat...
and...
...and you know that you've had a fan-tab-ulous day!



Llaingaled

Listen!
Hear the echos of those this cottage has known, 
people long since departed,
but within these comforting walls - their souls live on.
Like the chair where Grandpa sat
the one with the swan arm-rests, the one he loved!
See him sat warming himself in front of the range.
Llaingaled always welcomed friends and family alike.
There were always people to light the range for,
pots of warming and welcoming tea to be made.
This place is a place to snuggle in the cold of winter.
A place with the constant sound of children,
echos heard
running up and down the hallway - squealing with excitement in the garden,
climbing the ladder,
with rough n tumble in the loft.
Just listen!

Having moved far away
these children now grown up and doing grown up things - still their souls live here.
These walls contain the joy of each child,
and the love they found here.
Now these walls contain the joy of their children,
with the trips to nearby beaches
with the chance of heavy February snow falls,
with snowmen to build,
snowball fights to be had,
after which fingers to warm up in front of the range where Grandpa sat.
Everyone who's visited this place - even briefly as we did,
is now a part of this place and it's history.
This place that is briefly Pippas,
Peters, and Davids,
in time will pass on to their children,
for them to hold onto tightly, 
and to love, 
like all that have visited this place,
and to love it forever.

As you sit there,
feel the history - hear the echoes!
It's all around you - and you are now a part of it.