Just for fun

Poem 472 – Watch the Date!

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Spaghetti trees and panda eggs,
Flying penguins pass in packs,
Des Lynam praises staff behaviour,
As fists land blows behind his back.

Planetary alignment weakens gravity,
Trampoline aisles in supermarkets,
Anton du Beke joins Ant and Dec
My favourite April Fools Day pranks

Some classic childhood favourites (and a newer one).
(01.04.25)

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Poem 470 – Back on Track

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Today the clocks all say different times,
My sense of moment has been totally scrambled.
My brain is slightly discombobulated,
My words are coming out confused and jumbled.

The only saving grace is in the bathroom,
Where last autumn I forgot to change the clock,
Since then its screen has been an hour out,
But now I find it is, at last, tip-top!

Very bleary today after the switch to British Summer Time. It would be today that I had a delivery slot scheduled for between 7.30-9am – that’s 6.30-8am in yesterday’s time… Yuk.
(30.03.25)

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Poem 469 – BST

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Tonight, a theft,
As time is taken,
Some sixty minutes of
Sleep deprivation.

Swiped from under
Our weary eyes.
Predictable,
Yet still a surprise.

But do not fear,
This thief relents,
Each and every year,
And pays recompense!

Don’t forget the clocks go forward tonight (in the UK). Who will turn up an hour later for church tomorrow!…
(29.03.25)

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Poem 450 – But I Did

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I didn’t mean to visit the shop
I didn’t mean to go inside
I didn’t mean to check the prices
I didn’t mean to try for size
I didn’t mean to chat to the attendant
I didn’t mean to ask for advice
I didn’t mean to search reviews
I didn’t mean to buy a bike…

Our local bike shop is closing down, and it would have been rude not to. I shall miss them, they’ve been very helpful over the last few years.
(10.03.25)

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Poem 441 – Inevitable

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Oozing, the glue seeps from the hole
I pricked because the lid was stuck.
I wiped its stream along the join
and held the pieces tight, hoping
my fingers wouldn’t do the same.
Fortuitously, for once, they didn’t because
the gooey flow continued, despite
stopping squeezing it some time before.
Grappling with my spare hand I tried
to wipe it off and stem the flow.
Bits of cloth stuck to the nozzle,
whilst goblets adhered to my digits.
Letting go of the join I went
to clean them off, only to find
the wayward pieces sprang apart.
Cursing, I grabbed them. A big mistake.
Now cloth and glue and wood and fingers
combined to make an unholy mess,
whilst in the corner of my eye the
determined adhesive freely flowed.
This time the glue securely bonded.

Reaching for the glue today I found the lid had stuck to the tube – not surprising, it’s glue after all!
(01.03.25)

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Poem 405 – Rhyme Around The Clock

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Better late than never,
My daily attempt at rhyme,
This stab at wordsmith rhythm only
Squeezes in on time.

A jazzy slate of syllables,
Alliteration rock,
It finally makes its debut on
The last seconds of the clock.

The metronome helps meter
Iambic beats combine
And with a crash of consonants
We make the end bar line.

Home alone, I got distracted playing my guitar, and almost forgot my daily poem…
(24.01.25)

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