The Fun Commence

The ice bit my finger tips

the lawn was torn into strips

and the black clouds that day

turned the wind round the other way

and the rain fell so slow

not knowing quite where to go

my camera shouted 'cheese,'

talked the fish down from the trees

and sunshine like a whip crack

sent shivers up and down my back

as the 'dickie-birds' chirped away

above the little piggy where he lay

for all the world like a peach

just sitting there on the beach

as the clock folded it's arms

all cross with the swaying palms

both the tyre and the nail

felt deflated and frail

time sort of came and went

to a festival in a muddy tent

yesterday is here to stay

now tomorrow has gone away

...life doesn't always make sence

so lets help the fun commence!