I'll
write everywhere and anywhere and so, as we left Bulgaria, sitting in
the VIP lounge waiting for our flight, when I was handed the VIP book, I
felt it was time for a little poem...
More to follow on Bulgaria!
Showing posts with label word play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label word play. Show all posts
Saturday, 8 October 2016
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Saturday, 2 April 2016
Oh Circle Circle
Following on from last week's post - Poems on the Underground - here's my very own poem about the Underground.
Oh Circle Circle
You're rubbish Circle Circle
You go in a blimin' Circle
What's the problem Circle Circle
You're always delayed
You always let me down
You might be yellow and sunny
But you always make me frown
Your signal failure excuses
just won't wash with me
You've got the newest carriages
But you're rubbish constantly
Oh Circle Circle
If you were a man
Three strikes and you're out
But how else would I get
to the end of my route (say route in the American way so it rhymes)
Leaving me stranded
At Waterloo every night
Does nothing for your brownie points
You're definitely crap, alright!
Oh Circle Circle
You make me miss my connection
By minutes, sometimes only seconds
Sort it out Circle Circle
A new attitude and approach defo beckons
I'm getting madder Circle Circle
You stand me up all the time
How would you like it Circle Circle
If shoddy service became a crime?
Oh Circle Circle
When I smell the grub at Waterloo
My stomach growls with food envy
Knowing that I'm 30 mins further
Away from an eating frenzy
You tear into my evenings
As you rumble from station to station
You make me rush for nothing
You're a poor excuse for a tube creation
Oh Circle Circle
Last night you were...
Supposed to be severely delayed
So I got on good old District
Only to have the nightmare replayed
I guess we'll never get on
I'll never hold you dear
And when I have to recommend
I will totally steer clear
Oh Circle Circle
It could have been beautiful
You started off so promising
Now you're barely dutiful
I'd love to kick you where it hurts
To cheer myself no end
But then I might just break my foot
And you ain't worth it my friend
Written whilst waiting for the Circle Line, as I do every night *sigh*
Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Our Queen
Teresa
Harrison-Best has written a very fitting, light-hearted tribute to
Queen Elizabeth II on this very special day, when she becomes the
longest-reigning monarch in British history – passing her
Great-Great-Grandmother Queen Victoria … Long live our noble Queen!
Our Queen
Tell the Guinness Book of Records
that our Queen has done us proud.
She’s the longest serving monarch
and the cheering will be loud!
She’s usurped dear old Victoria,
that other long-lived queen.
Some monarchs have reached fifty years
that’s few and far between.
In sixty three most golden years
she has witnessed key events,
including twelve Prime Ministers
and as many Presidents.
The Berlin Wall was not in place
when she came on the throne.
No texting or the Internet,
just the humble telephone.
The moon was such a distant place,
no ‘giant leaps’ afoot.
With no annoying Paparazzi
and getting overlooked.
Beatlemania had not arrived,
or the sixty six world cup.
Britain wasn’t swinging yet
but things were looking up!
L s d were coins not drugs
and guinea’s were in use.
Imperial was measurement
when cooking our own goose!
Phenomenal changes she has seen
across the world at large,
God Save The Queen say all of us
long may she stay in charge.
Written by Teresa Harrison-Best
Our Queen
Tell the Guinness Book of Records
that our Queen has done us proud.
She’s the longest serving monarch
and the cheering will be loud!
She’s usurped dear old Victoria,
that other long-lived queen.
Some monarchs have reached fifty years
that’s few and far between.
In sixty three most golden years
she has witnessed key events,
including twelve Prime Ministers
and as many Presidents.
The Berlin Wall was not in place
when she came on the throne.
No texting or the Internet,
just the humble telephone.
The moon was such a distant place,
no ‘giant leaps’ afoot.
With no annoying Paparazzi
and getting overlooked.
Beatlemania had not arrived,
or the sixty six world cup.
Britain wasn’t swinging yet
but things were looking up!
L s d were coins not drugs
and guinea’s were in use.
Imperial was measurement
when cooking our own goose!
Phenomenal changes she has seen
across the world at large,
God Save The Queen say all of us
long may she stay in charge.
Written by Teresa Harrison-Best
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Don't Quit
This is a poem I found in my Aunty's house. The message is so relevant and I
like the style. A lot of my poems are similar in set up. Author
Unknown.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, -
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, -
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Kicking off WordUp Wednesdays
The game is to take a word, describe that word and then find out its
true definition to see if your feelings change towards it. We used to
play this in our English Lit. classes - getting to know and love the
English language.
On first sight, crepuscular is an ugly word, very different to what I'm used to and sounds medical and scientific. It has multiple syllables, doesn't flow off the tongue and trips itself up as I say it.
Definition: At the time of twilight
I would like this word to enchant me now that I know its meaning, but it still sounds far too similar to muscular.
On first sight, crepuscular is an ugly word, very different to what I'm used to and sounds medical and scientific. It has multiple syllables, doesn't flow off the tongue and trips itself up as I say it.
Definition: At the time of twilight
I would like this word to enchant me now that I know its meaning, but it still sounds far too similar to muscular.
Monday, 16 June 2014
A Level word play
Here is some word play I remember doing in A Level English Lit. Love this. I find playing around with words revives the creativity when I'm feeling a little flat.
Some of my own were on the back of this sheet. Check these out:
Dwindle
dro
p
E
SC
H
E W
backwards
forwards
backwards
forwards
backwards
forwards
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