And so begins another week
Slaving hard; our souls to keep
The taxman takes another bite;
He rubs his hands in sheer delight!

it wasn't the work that wore me down,
i i didn't choke and i didn't drown
i haven't died or been un horsed
i had my poetic licence indorsed..

i will attempt to make ammends
bringing you lines with similar ends
the grammars bad, the syntax worse
a hapless poet,the readers curse...

Lady Godiva came galloping by?
Sir Chillitt resisted her playful try?
Her blonde hair flying as a horse's mane
Am sure she will return, time and again!

The hospital, by George, breathes a sigh of relief
One less to admit, one less to feel grief.
Syntax and grammar; punctuation, no less
Am hardly well qualified; I have to confess.

The two of you, do have great verse
The lines I write, are twice as worse
Creative, me? Alas I'm not!
Just put me down, or have me shot

the conker falls with great relief,
free of shell and free of leaf
it hits the ground so soft and wet
and thinks, thats it, i'm set!

it lies among the mulch and litter
not impatient, not a quitter
waiting for the end of winter
dreaming of roots, branch and splinter

but small boys come and dogs as well
to whisk them off to conkers hell
drilled and strung or chewed and spat
baked or pickled or swallowed and sha!

but this conker queitly waited
then on adams ale intoxicated
as springtime warmth starts the race
this years saplings show their face

then time rolls by and its shadow grows
this twig into a Chestnut grows
as it too now sets its children free,
it knows what it is, to be a tree.

if bad poems, rhymes or verse
are your delight, but you seek worse
the very best place for ditties horrible
why not google the great mcgonagle

Why choose the words of another hand
When your mind, it is, in another land?
Like the wind that is eternally free
Yield to your thoughts; cast your nets to the sea.

but i'm thick of head and full of cold
i'm high on lemsip and feeling old
i'm burning up and looking grotty
i'll try again when not so snotty

Chicken soup is what you need,
A wasted weekend? Yes indeed.
The least the germs could surely do
Is lay you low when Monday's due!

a hot totty and chicken soup
will surely get me back in the loop
but the cupboards bare so i'm off to bed
and i'll have to take some whisky instead..

Whiskey will make the head ache more
You'll cringe when someone slams a door.
Unless you live in Timbucktoo;
TESCO might deliver your food to you.

the cold has gone, i'm surely cured,
im well enough for the written word,
and tomorrow im off, i'll sit and chill,
makes up for a sunday spent feeling ill.

Tomorrow now has become today
And the day that's gone becomes yesterday
Wednesday now is underway;
It will soon be Friday; What can I say?

now i dont want to sound like i'm complaining
but its my day off and now its raining
theres lawns to mow and borders to dig
i'm not going out there while the clouds are this big

The clouds are providing bountiful rain
Now the grass will grow and need mowing again.
Relax and have the time of your life...
The next day gardening means the weeds will be rife!

Morning all, and a happy weekend to everyone! Hope your all going to build a snowman today.