The Yellow Male: Silly & Savvy Words

Inspired by a reading of Peter Wohlleben’s book: The Hidden Life of Trees 

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Bright yellow.

The colour of catkins.

And the colour of maleness.

Besides their male counterparts, the flowers of femaleness have to make-do with the second best – with an apparel of dull green.

It wouldn’t do at all for a mere female willow to out-do the attractiveness of the male.

Unless the bees have a love-at-first-sight attraction to the male, as far as the pollination of the female is concerned, all will be lost.

Bright yellow.

The colour of the rays of a Crayola sun.

Colours that burn and deter, or colours that draw one in to a first course?

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Perhaps not!33720291_1866474186735926_9126576251530641408_n

Dull green – only good for afters?

Dull? No!

Good for afters?

Why even ask? This lady is clearly at the forefront of anyone’s wish list!

So why wait for the pudding (i.e. run, now, whilst you still can!)?

 

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N.B. To find out more about the mating habits of male and female willow trees, Jay Cool recommends that you read ‘The Hidden Life of Trees’ by Peter Wohlleben.

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Chocolate: A Silly Poem

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I ate it.

But, it was too late.

Too late for the rush that I needed.

Too late for the rush that would satiate my feelings of hate.

Too late for me, Cate, to swallow my pride – too late to tell the tale of the hate that I ate.

And, in the knowing, the knowing that, already, it was too late –

too late for me, Cate, I carried on and ate some more.

On and on I ate, on and on until all of hate

became the tale of my

 fate.

 

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Easter Sunday: An Offering

Inspired by my expanding collection of Folio books …

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Mother’s at church. Sprogs are in bed. Hubby’s onto emails from work.

What then, on Easter Sunday, do I have to offer?

A splattering of myself, dished out in words, in strings of disconnected Sunday morning intrusions. An impulsion to write out the disparate parts of my randomly-reconnected-spattered ceramics. A need to brush all of the bits over with a glaze, to polish and present this miraculous mass of imperfections, in all of its muddledness, in fine Folio form – hard-backed, strong-spined, masterfully- illustrated and totally-irresistible.

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Perfection: A Ramble

Inspired by five random words found in in Issue 67 of ‘mslexia’.

The random words being: installed, perfection, inherent, decent and interactive.

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Interested in being active in an interactive sort of a way, I exercise my gouty foot by shifting it to avoid it being rolled over by the wheels of my office chair.

And with my bottom being permanently installed upon said office chair seat, I sway my hips and torso from side to side, redistributing the rolls of my belly flab and producing a bum wiggle that causes the wheels of my office chair to roll.

The bottom roll-wheel thing causes my jeans to descend so, being a decent sort of a person, I grip the waistband and pull, an exertion which serves to strengthen my arm muscles.

With my arm muscles now ready for further action, I make use of my inherent talent for making a lot of new nonsense out of the ancient words of my ancestors, and I write and write and write some more garbage.

Because I now have such tone in my body that I mistake myself for someone about to turn twenty-one, I feel really pleased with the garbage I have piled up, so I give it a title.

Perfection.

 

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Comments: A Silly Plea

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My comments are zero,

but I cannot see why,

you read me and like me –

then from comments do fly!

 

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Mojito: Poem Dedicated to Diane Abbott

Inspired by news about Diane Abbott’s drinking habits.

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Taking a swig of Mojito is ‘noble’,

especially if done on a train.

And taking a snap of Diane is no trouble,

especially for one with no name.

 

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Perchance: Making it as a Writer

Inspired by the advice of a well-wisher …

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You haven’t got a chance!’ she declares.

‘Not a chance to make a living as a writer!

Even the best writers have another job!’

 

Still, I don’t listen and don’t want to hear.

Still, I take my chances.

Why can’t the other job? I think.

 

Why can’t my other job, be another writing job?

 

Taking my chances.

And chancing my luck, I fancy that I must make chances.

And, in this mode, in the mode of my own chances, I carry on writing.

 

Perchance.

 

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Sitting on Saturday: Silly Poem

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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!’

 

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Saturday Sauce: A Silly Poem

On this, such a fine day, I sat on a turd,

feeling quite turgid and grey.

It’s true that it really was quite absurd,

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But the lovely Theresa, she tasted like curd,

and it made me less shy, I must say!

So, although you might think me a bit of nerd,

I said what I thought was okay!

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It’s true that my diction was a bit slurred,

but the words that I spoke were for play.

I told her that many, they saw her as Lord,

but she left, when I came out as gay!

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