Sitting on Saturday: Silly Poem

  To sit on a Saturday is a waste of today, So my hubby’s suggesting I go out and play, I think, it is great that he wants to make hay, but handed the mower, I tell him it’s ‘Nay!’   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019   Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Flighty in Florida: A Silly Poem

Fuelled-up and fired-up, Trump falls to the floor, and soon finds his feet – for now he has four! Fluffed-up and fun-filled, he friends-up with Vlad fooling Melana that Vlad’s just a fad! Flighty in Florida, Mel wants her fill; unable to fake it, Trump becomes ill. Mel fancies the flop is linked-up with Vlad,Continue reading “Flighty in Florida: A Silly Poem”

A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions

If eyes are hidden behind curtain of overgrown fringe, are they really there? If spots are hidden behind sheets of yellow-brown foundation, do they really exist? Or have the eyes, and the spots, departed from this world and entered another? Do they dance the tango together, in an alternative existence, in celebration of their dottyContinue reading “A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions”

Silly Poem – A Lie-In

{Written after a reading of William Wordsworth’s ‘A Slumber did my spirit steal’.} A Pixabay.com image (creative commons) A lie-in did my daughter steal; my goodwill then did vanish. She seemed to me a rum-old deal – her mess I had to manage! No conscience had she then, of course; she slept on through to lunch.Continue reading “Silly Poem – A Lie-In”