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    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Satsumas are orange
    And so are pumpkins (I love pumpkins, so jolly, don’t you think? Although you can get green and brown ones too but I think they tend to be squashes more than pumpkins….)
    Polos are white
    Gingerbread men are brown (ish…well sort of a ginger colour really….I’ve got a bit of a thing about gingerbread men too)
    Cats are furry
    Sometimes they’re purry
    But not when they feel poorly
    Like you did last night
    Hope your head is still attached
    And it all ended happily ever after.

    Poetry isn’t my forté but the sentiment was there.

    Feel better soon (or else)

    :D

    #523753

    i was going to say Amelia
    but im not being awful
    I tell you what,im a bit of a poet on the quiet,so can I ,may I,give you a bit of constructive critism please?
    I await your response,dead anticipative like.

    #523754

    Rogue I’ll admit it out loud
    Of my poetry I’m not so proud
    My syntax is naff
    I get in a faff
    But I do know for sure
    I could do a whole lot more
    But I’d hate to be a bore
    Cos that’s surely against the law
    Then I’d go to jail
    Which would mean that I fail
    Oh and I like Whale(s)
    Other swimmy things too – dolphins are great, and otters…I love otters.
    But mostly I like cats and foxes….and bats.

    I’m not sure where I’m going wrong..

    #523755

    @amelia wrote:

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Satsumas are orange
    And so are pumpkins (I love pumpkins, so jolly, don’t you think? Although you can get green and brown ones too but I think they tend to be squashes more than pumpkins….)
    Polos are white
    Gingerbread men are brown (ish…well sort of a ginger colour really….I’ve got a bit of a thing about gingerbread men too)
    Cats are furry
    Sometimes they’re purry
    But not when they feel poorly
    Like you did last night
    Hope your head is still attached
    And it all ended happily ever after.

    Poetry isn’t my forté but the sentiment was there.

    Feel better soon (or else)

    :D

    Amelia.. I don’t know what to say, other than I’m touched (but then we were always similar in so many ways).

    It brought a tear to my eye. The other eye was much less emotional (I read with my left eye, whilst the right is reserved for checkin’ out the ladies. Course the left joins in whenever I see a particularly nice one, much to the chagrin of the right – which wants them all to itself).

    I disagree that ‘Poetry isn’t your forté’. I think yours ranks right up there with a Spike Milligan limerick that went something like..

    There was a young man from Tralee
    Who was stung on the neck by a wasp
    When asked if it hurt
    He replied, “Not at all
    It can do it again if it likes”

    As for my well-being, well I’m just suffering several of the numerous side-effects (none of which are reported to result in headlessness I’m happy to say) of medication I’ve had to start taking again. I should be fine in a week or so, but in the meantime, all offers of sympathy, extra strokes and yes, even poems, will be gratefully accepted.

    xxxx

    #523756

    Are you better yet Mr Cat
    Have you donned your “better” hat?
    Do you feel bright and sprightly
    Back out on the tiles day and nightly?
    Hope you’re feeling more like you
    And a little less like a pile of poo

    :D

    #523757

    Amelia’s poems are so moving

    but they do sound like Cosy’s stolen odious odes

    #523758

    whose streets these are I think I knew
    His house is in the village too
    He will not see me stopping here
    To see his alleys full of poo

    My little rogue must think it queer
    To stop without a cathouse near
    Between JC and my dreamy bed
    The darkest evening of the Year

    He gives his stolen odes a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake
    The only other sounds the howl
    of tomcats out upon the prowl

    Amelia’s nest seems soft and deep
    But I have promises to keep
    and howling cats to drive away
    before I fall away to sleep

    #523759

    :shock: Wonder’s who’s been blabbing about my nest….

    My poetry attempts, feeble as they may be, were sent with thought, consideration, compassion and sympathy……..I also hoped they might rank me up there in Mally’s top 32045 women of all time.

    A girl can dream…..

    Sigh. :roll:

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    #523761

    I didn’t actually write nest, Amelia. :D

    It;’s the censorship system here which actually turned what I said into something much worse – silly censors :lol: :lol:

    but you’re taking it well … :shock: the tea that is

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