http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/Growing older but feeling younger - A collection of original poetry by Malcolm Edward.en-EUMokoFeed10http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ea/35787607a38cefe1860869c68ae7a3_160x200.jpghttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/15/the-rocket-man-6523291/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-07-15:/2009/07/15/the-rocket-man-6523291/Wed, 15 Jul 2009 22:53:26 +0200 <p>In memory of the Moon landing anniversary......</p> <p>There’s many a man in town,<br> When greeted wi’ a frown,<br> Of a wife would like to run or fly away,<br> But this ‘ere is the story,<br> Filled with fearless flight an glory,<br> O’ Ben Briggs who used to live down our way.</p> <p>Now Ben ‘ad some great ideas,<br> Though some of ‘em seemed queer,<br> He knew just what he wanted out o’ life<br> He wasn’t fallin’ foul,<br> When her face did nowt but scowl,<br> So ‘e ‘atched a master plan to leave his wife.</p> <p>Ben 'ad a paper in is pocket,<br> On ‘ow to build an fly a rocket,<br> An bein’ of scientific mind he thought,<br> That as he was no fool,<br> ‘Coz in is shed ‘e ad the tools,<br> For ‘is plan, so some materials ‘e bought.</p> <p>He got ‘imself some bins,<br> Dustbins made from strongest tins,<br> An a car seat from local scrap yard Jack,<br> An’ as for ‘is rocket fuel,<br> He did chemistry at school,<br> ‘Is books ‘e ‘ kept in shed in an old sack.</p> <p>All the neighbours they did gape,<br> At the rocket takin’ shape,<br> An’ Ben’s wife started askin’ questions too,<br> So ‘e told her not to worry,<br> Not to get into a flurry,<br> Said “It’s a special summat just for you”</p> <p>Ben said “this ‘ll make your day”<br> “An take all your troubles away”<br> An with this she danced around an was excited,<br> Then with a smile ‘is mind he changed<br> And ‘is plan he rearranged,<br> But the end result would leave ‘im so delighted.</p> <p>‘e said “Sit in ‘ere my sweet”<br> “An try out this comfy seat”<br> Then back Ben stepped to admire the wondrous sight,<br> He called “Close the door my dear”<br> “You’ll enjoy this ‘ave no fear”<br> Then ‘e scrambled in ‘is pocket for a light.</p> <p>Wi’ a grin from ear to ear,<br> An a night so starry an’ clear,<br> He struck the match an’ bent to light the fuse,<br> Then wi’ sparks an lots o’ smoke<br> Choking him an’t other folk,<br> Rocket flew an Ben was in the local news.</p> <p>An’ as was ‘is intention,<br> Ben’s fantastical invention,<br> Went up an’ up an’ really changed ‘is life<br> In ‘is life was no more gloom,<br> The rocket ‘eaded for the moon<br> An ‘e blew one last kiss up to ‘is wife.</p> <p>Wi ‘is wife dearly departed<br> Ben was far from broken ‘earted<br> But ‘is ‘appy smile soon turned into a frown,<br> As ‘he looked to sky above<br> ‘E ‘eard a voice that once he loved<br> Say “Just remember what goes up must come down.”</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/15/the-rocket-man-6523291/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmentpoetryhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/15/the-rocket-man-6523291/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/wilfs-holiday-6481284/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-07-09:/2009/07/09/wilfs-holiday-6481284/Thu, 09 Jul 2009 22:11:57 +0200 <p> Twer a wet summers day up in Owdham,<br> An the roses as allas were in bud,<br> Wellies were lined up inth back yard,<br> Ma’s an’Fathers an’t kids caked wi’mud</p> <p>It ád rained for a month wi’out stoppin’<br> An’t lanes were all puddles an slime<br> But it didn’t worry Wilf an ís family<br> They were off for their hols in’t sunshine</p> <p>Wilf’s Father ád cashed in thinsurance<br> He’d bin payin at two bob a week<br> Said an ’oliday was just wot they needed<br> As for future, it only looked bleak</p> <p>Father’d booked them some seats on a shara,<br> The best ones that money could buy,<br> So Wilf went for seven days off to Blackpool<br> Land o’Bingo Hot Dogs an’Blue Skies.</p> <p>But when they got there it were raining,<br> On th’beach donkeys steamed and were wet<br> Father carefully considered situation,<br> Then went off t’bookies for a bet.</p> <p>Wilf never saw Father again<br> Ma looked after family all week<br> When Wilf asked what áppened to Father<br> She said he was playin ’ Ide an Seek</p> <p>On last day Wilf still ’addent found ‘im.<br> Ma found a new bloke so she ‘ad,<br> So Wilf came back to Owdham on th’ shara<br> Wi’ t’other kids Ma and new Dad.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/wilfs-holiday-6481284/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryentertainmenthttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/wilfs-holiday-6481284/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/one-last-act-6480526/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-07-09:/2009/07/09/one-last-act-6480526/Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:07:20 +0200 <p>As I walked up to St Peter’s Gate,<br> A voice called out “Sorry you’re too late”<br> “The Good folks has been counted in”<br> “Join that queue, They’re repenting sin”.</p> <p>So head hung low I joined the line,<br> If only I had come on time,<br> This line could lead me straight to Hell,<br> I was in the wrong queue, I knew damn well.</p> <p>So I climbed back up to St Peter’s Gate,<br> Said “Excuse me but I’m sorry mate,<br> I know I sinned some years ago,<br> When told to come I had to go”.</p> <p>“That’s a small sin” he said “I’ll check with Pete”.<br> I smiled and thought “Good no retreat”.<br> Within a flash the angel returned<br> His clothes all charred his wing tips burned.</p> <p>“My gosh” I said “What happened to you”?<br> There was thunder and the air turned blue<br> I’d never heard an angel swear,<br> Particularly one with golden hair.</p> <p>“I told Pete your story, he said was it a blow,<br> When you were told to come but you had to go?<br> If you’d come then, you’d not be here now<br> And I wouldn’t have got in such a row”.</p> <p>“So Pete’s instruction is simple and clear,<br> You must go back to earth for another year,<br> Next time make sure you come when called,<br> In the meantime you’ll lose your teeth and go bald”.</p> <p>That was just a year ago and this is now,<br> It was difficult but I did it somehow,<br> Not a tooth in my head and no comb required,<br> We both came together and then I expired.</p> <p>Now with the Good folks being counted in,<br> On time, this time, and free from sin,<br> But nightmares and memories I still have some,<br> Of having to go when I should have come. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/one-last-act-6480526/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmentpoetyhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/one-last-act-6480526/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/come-in-number-6480469/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-07-09:/2009/07/09/come-in-number-6480469/Thu, 09 Jul 2009 19:54:00 +0200 <p>We no longer need our names,<br> As numbers take their place,<br> If you don’t know your number,<br> Then nobody knows your face.</p> <p>You have a real big problem,<br> But you really won’t be missed,<br> Although you may not know it<br> Your numbers on the list!</p> <p>Mixed up with all the others<br> The lists go up and down<br> Through the wires and in the air<br> Of city street and town.</p> <p>Your number being selected,<br> May make you happy or sad,<br> A winning number Lotto ticket,<br> Would never be so bad,</p> <p>But when your last numbers up,<br> Then there’s nowhere else to go,<br> You find yourself on one last list<br> With a string tied round your toe.</p> <p>You no longer need your number,<br> As your body turns cold and blue<br> And you lose your digits one by one<br> Or maybe two by two!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/come-in-number-6480469/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryentertainmenthttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/09/come-in-number-6480469/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/07/v-new-obby-6469054/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-07-07:/2009/07/07/v-new-obby-6469054/Tue, 07 Jul 2009 23:14:51 +0200 <p>What it is rite I got vis new ‘obby,<br> An with it no one can compete,<br> Sumtimes I ‘ave to use me head,<br> But make very likkle use of me feet.</p> <p>I goes to me office each fortnite,<br> An sumtimes I goes once a weak,<br> An when I gets ver, I talks fer a bit,<br> ‘Bowt wot kind of job vat I seek,</p> <p>I tell ‘em I’ve looked at v papers,<br> An’ asked everywun vat I no,<br> I writes on a form vat av done no work,<br> An’ after it’s soon time to go.</p> <p>So if you like to sit n watch telly,<br> Or ‘ang on v street wiv yer mate.<br> Ya might like to try me new ’obby<br> An like me get yer pay from v state.</p> <p>What it is rite I love me new ‘obby,<br> Cos it suits me right down to a t,<br> As everyone else does all v ard work,<br> But v clever wun vat gets paid is me!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/07/v-new-obby-6469054/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmentpoemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/07/07/v-new-obby-6469054/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/gods-gift-6428108/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-06-30:/2009/06/30/gods-gift-6428108/Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:35:45 +0200 <p>God gives us boils upon our bums to keep us standing straight,<br> He gives us upset in our tums to make sure we’re sometimes late.<br> God gives us pain deep in our ears to let us know he’s there,<br> He gives us eyes that fill with tears for onions that we share.</p> <p>God gives us teeth so we can bite, and rip and tear and chew,<br> When teeth fall out and gums get light he gives us Irish stew.<br> God gives us knees that ache and crack and eyes so we can see,<br> He gives us legs that go forward and back to get us from A to B</p> <p>God gives us a nose so we can smell and wipe our winters drips<br> He gives us many tales to tell and fish and peas with chips.<br> God gives us summer sun and rain and autumn wind and showers,<br> He gives us snowy winter fun in short and frosty daytime hours.</p> <p>God gives us heat so we can hold cold hands against the fire,<br> He gives us clothes for us to fold and beds for when we tire,<br> God gives us toilets for us to use and clean around the rim,<br> He gives us everything we need but what do we give to Him?</p> <p>We no doubt make him smile when we have to stand up straight,<br> And when we’re stuck upon the loo he knows he’ll make us late.<br> So how can we repay God for all the things he gives to us?<br> Dear God you made me late again, please send another bus.</p> <p>And while I sit and contemplate and watch your world go by,<br> I’ll say thanks for all the things on earth and all within the sky,<br> There’s one more thing to thank God for if I may be so humble,<br> When I get off this bus and home God’s made some rhubarb crumble!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/gods-gift-6428108/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/30/gods-gift-6428108/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/no-more-you-6391908/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-06-25:/2009/06/25/no-more-you-6391908/Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:35:56 +0200 <p>No more seeing you there each morning,</p> <p>No more you, when I come home,</p> <p>No hand in hand in the moonlight,</p> <p>No precious moments now you’re gone,</p> <p>All I have now, are memories,</p> <p>How I loved you,</p> <p>Just one tearstained photograph</p> <p>By my side</p> <p>Many sleepless, lonely nights.</p> <p>How I miss you,</p> <p>One hundred million teardrops</p> <p>I have cried.</p> <p>Gone are the days I prayed to see you,</p> <p>Gone the lingering scent of your perfume,</p> <p>Gone your sweetest smile that said "I love you"</p> <p>Gone your breath of life that filled the room.</p> <p>Heaven needed, one more angel</p> <p>So they took you</p> <p>Now you smile your smile in heaven</p> <p>and I can't see,</p> <p>No more walking in the sunshine,</p> <p>Wherever you are, please wait for me. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/no-more-you-6391908/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmenthttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/no-more-you-6391908/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/the-lees-belly-dancer-6391834/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-06-25:/2009/06/25/the-lees-belly-dancer-6391834/Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:19:21 +0200 <p>A pretty belly dancer from Lees,<br> Used to wiggle her middle to please,<br> ‘til a young man from Shaw<br> Discovered the flaw,<br> Of a knocking noise made by her knees.</p> <p>So she moved up the road to Springhead,<br> And took up lion taming instead,<br> ‘til one Friday night,<br> She had such a fright ,<br> As the lion tried to bite off her head!</p> <p>So she took a new job up in Oldham,<br> To sew mens shirts and to fold ‘em<br> And what of the lion,<br> With cage made of iron?<br> An advert in ‘ Chronicle sold ‘em.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/the-lees-belly-dancer-6391834/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmenthttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/the-lees-belly-dancer-6391834/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/07/the-abstinence-door-6256792/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-06-07:/2009/06/07/the-abstinence-door-6256792/Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:27:35 +0200 <p>I had a very big problem,<br> And with no one could I share,<br> It came down with me every morning,<br> And each night with me back up the stair.</p> <p>It was all caused by “HIS” weakness,<br> The problem affected just me,<br> I couldn’t tell anyone how I felt,<br> It was a secret that stayed under key.</p> <p>But my secret began to eat up my brain,<br> Just longing to be shared,<br> If only “HE” hadn’t listened when offered,<br> One more drink, tab or smoke if he dared.</p> <p>And then “HE” just couldn’t stop,<br> And no one knew but me,<br> “HE” didn’t listen, just watched me dying,<br> I thought no one would hear my plea.</p> <p>That was then but this is now,<br> No more secrets do I hold,<br> DEPENDENCE CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE,<br> There my story has been told.</p> <p>It wasn’t as difficult as I thought,<br> Support came from all around,<br> Everyone listened sympathetically,<br> The advice they gave was sound.</p> <p>Eventually “HE” listened too,<br> Saying “No” to one more round,<br> It was at first a tough step to take,<br> But it saved him much more than a pound.</p> <p>Each day for “HIM” is still so tough,<br> But my health’s no longer as poor,<br> We both hold our heads up quite proudly,<br> As we walk through the ABSTINENCE DOOR.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/07/the-abstinence-door-6256792/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>healthhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/06/07/the-abstinence-door-6256792/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/04/07/widgets-5907759/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-04-07:/2009/04/07/widgets-5907759/Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:39:03 +0200 <p>Some Widgets for your Blog,<br> I read the other day.<br> So install a little widget,<br> It will really pay its’ way</p> <p>But if you ever lose one,<br> Be sure to keep your cool<br> As an indiscriminate widget,<br> can make you look a fool.</p> <p>So the moral of the story,<br> May sound very strange but true,<br> Ensure you use your widget,<br> Or your widget may use you!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/04/07/widgets-5907759/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/04/07/widgets-5907759/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/03/17/characters-the-good-fairy-little-girl-wicked-witch-woodland-creatures-5777351/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2009-03-17:/2009/03/17/characters-the-good-fairy-little-girl-wicked-witch-woodland-creatures-5777351/Tue, 17 Mar 2009 20:25:25 +0100 <p><strong>Characters: <br>The Good Fairy, Little Girl, Wicked Witch, Woodland Creatures Chorus, Two Naughty Goblins,</strong> <br><strong><br>Good Fairy: <br></strong>I'm the Good Fairy of the Wood,<br>I am kind and I am good, <br>I can grant wishes if you please, <br>I can give beauty or cure disease, <br>If you're in trouble, needing help, don't worry, <br>Just call for me, I'll be there in a hurry. <br><strong><br>Woodland Creatures:</strong> <br>We are the Creatures of the Trees, <br>We help the Good Fairy if you please.</p> <p><strong>Wicked Witch</strong>: <br>I'm the Wicked Witch of the Dale, <br>I like to make good children wail, <br>I cast spells to cause people pain, <br>I can make sunshine turn into rain, <br>If any lost child wanders down my road, <br>I'll turn them into a frog or a toad.</p> <p><strong>Naughty Goblins</strong>: <br>We are the Goblins, Evil and Mean, <br>Always heard but seldom seen.</p> <p><strong>Little Girl</strong>: <br>I'm a Little Girl, lost in the wood, <br>It's starting to rain I'll put up my hood, <br>Mummy told me not to roam, <br>Too far away from our lovely home, <br>Oh why didn't I listen to what Mummy said? <br>How I wish I were home in bed.</p> <p><strong>Naughty Goblins</strong>: <br>We are the Goblins Evil and Mean, <br>Always heard but seldom seen, <br>We'll lead the Little Girl across the field, <br>She'll make the Wicked Witch a tasty meal.</p> <p><strong>Wicked Witch</strong>: <br>I'm the Wicked Witch, ready for my tea, <br>What will the Goblins bring for me?<br>I'll put the cauldron on the fire to boil, <br>With a dash of venom and a litre of oil, <br>I see a lost Little Girl by the edge of the Wood, <br>Bring her here my Goblins, She taste real good!</p> <p><strong>Woodland Creatures</strong>: <br>We are the Creatures of the Trees, <br>We help the Good Fairy if you please, <br>Little Girl, Little Girl, cry no more, <br>The Good Fairy will see you safely to your door.</p> <p><strong>Good Fairy</strong>:<br>I am the Good Fairy, now Creatures tell me true, <br>Is that a lost Little Girl I see with you? <br>Guide her to me, and bring me my wand, <br>I'll see she gets home safe and sound, <br>Don't let the Goblins snatch her away, <br>Evening draws near it's the end of the day.</p> <p><strong>Naughty Goblins</strong>: <br>We're the Goblins Little Girl, <br>No more need for you to roam, <br>We'll take you across the field <br>We'll see you safely to your home.</p> <p><strong>Little Girl</strong>: <br>I'm a lost Little Girl, Oh What shall I do? <br>Between Creatures and the Goblins, <br>Who tells the truth? <br>Shall I follow the Goblin or the Creatures of the Trees? <br>Oh, What shall I do? <br>Won't someone help me please?</p> <p><strong>Wicked Witch</strong>: <br>I'm the Wicked Witch, No time to waste, <br>Goblins bring her here, hurry now make haste, <br>I'll cast a spell to hurry them up, <br>With wing of Bat and eye of Pup, <br>Boil up Cauldron, Boil up Hot, <br>Let the Little Girl be IN THIS POT!</p> <p><strong>Good Fairy</strong>: <br>I'm the Good Fairy I must stop the spell, <br>With a wave of my Wand, I'll make things well, <br>Little Girl, Little Girl, Be Safe Home in Bed! <br>Sill Old Witch Go and Boil Your Head! <br>And as for you Goblins Evil and Mean <br>May You Never be Heard and Never be Seen!</p> <p><strong>Woodland Creatures</strong>: <br>We are the Creatures of the Trees, <br>We help the Good Fairy if you please, <br>With a wave of that wand you're homeward bound, <br>Tucked up in bed, safe and sound.</p> <p><strong>Little Girl</strong>:<br>I'm a tired Little Girl, <br>What a strange dream I've had, <br>But I know I'm safe in bed so no need to be sad, <br>Thank you Good Fairy for setting me free, <br>I must ask Mummy if you can come for tea, <br>But that's a dream for another night, <br>Goodnight Woodland Creatures, <br>God bless, Sleep tight.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/03/17/characters-the-good-fairy-little-girl-wicked-witch-woodland-creatures-5777351/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2009/03/17/characters-the-good-fairy-little-girl-wicked-witch-woodland-creatures-5777351/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/the-story-of-charlie-and-barley-4673717/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-09-02:/2008/09/02/the-story-of-charlie-and-barley-4673717/Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:45:37 +0200 <p>Charlie O’Brian he had a pet lion,<br> That was kept in the garden shed.<br> Charlie fed it every morning,<br> And at night before going to bed.</p> <p>Mr O’Brian hated the lion,<br> Living in his garden shed.<br> He wanted his mower to cut the grass,<br> But had to use scissors instead.</p> <p>Mrs O’Brian quite liked the lion,<br> Looking after the garden shed,<br> To get rid of unwanted guests,<br> She opened the shed door and they fled.</p> <p>The lion called Barley (named by Charlie)<br> Was bored in the garden shed,<br> He yawned whilst watching the spider,<br> Hanging from its glistening thread.</p> <p>Until one day, Charlie took Barley,<br> For a walk outside of the shed,<br> The largest dog collar Charlie could find,<br> Was slipped over Barley’s head.</p> <p>Mr O’Brian said "Beware of that lion,<br> Put him back inside the shed",<br> But Charlie O’Brian, too close to the lion,<br> Ended up inside Barley instead.</p> <p>Mrs O’Brian stared at the lion,<br> He went sulkily back to the shed,<br> She called the fireman to free her poor son<br> But the fireman said “Sorry, he’s dead”</p> <p>So Mr O’Brian prodded the lion,<br> With a stick from under the shed,<br> Barley gave an enormous Burp,<br> Turned around and hungrily said:</p> <p>“Mr O’Brian, I’m Barley the lion”<br> He said licking his lips in the shed,<br> “I’d rather not be prodded like that,<br> I’d love a nice stroke instead”.....</p> <p>Mrs O’Brian said to the lion,<br> From on top of the garden shed,<br> “Barley the Lion you’ve eat’ one O’Brian,<br> You’re not eating my hubby Ted”.</p> <p>Charlie O’Brian, from inside the lion,<br> Heard voices outside of the shed,<br> He didn’t know what the fuss was about,<br> Now that Barley the lion had been fed.</p> <p>Mr O’Brian again prodded the lion,<br> Through a hole in the side of the shed,<br> He shouted “Charlie, you in there?<br> Please let us know you’re not dead.”</p> <p>Hearing Dad O’Brian from inside the lion,<br> Sprawled on the floor of the shed,<br> Charlie now thought it, he’d nearly bought it,<br> So he really had to use his head.</p> <p>Young O’Brian tickled inside the lion,<br> Barley rolled about the floor of the shed,<br> He laughed so hard, his jaws came apart,<br> And out shot young Charlie, quite red,</p> <p>Charlie O’Brian, stamped his foot at the lion,<br> And loud voices were heard in the shed,<br> Barley looked at Charlie with big sad eyes,<br> But Charlie looked back, turned then said:</p> <p>“A cage made of iron, must be made for this lion,<br> He can no longer live in this shed,<br> Dear Mum and Dad, you still have a lad,<br> But this lad wants a goldfish instead”.</p> <p>So a cage made of iron was made for the lion,<br> Who moved out of the Garden shed,<br> The circus man came, said “This lion’s quite tame”<br> “We’ll feed him on Big Macs and bread”</p> <p>Mrs O’Brian was a little sad that the lion,<br> Could no longer live in the shed,<br> But next time she wanted to frighten her guests,<br> She’d take off her make-up instead.</p> <p>So the family O’Brian said goodbye to the lion,<br> Ted and Charlie they knocked down the shed,<br> They’d had quite enough wild animal stuff,<br> They were building a fishpond instead.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/the-story-of-charlie-and-barley-4673717/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/the-story-of-charlie-and-barley-4673717/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/poor-wilfred-4673646/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-09-02:/2008/09/02/poor-wilfred-4673646/Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:33:35 +0200 <p>The Doctor looked in Wilfreds mouth<br> An said they looked real big,<br> Then slumped back in his tattered chair<br> An’ lit another cig.</p> <p>He said “We’ll ‘ave to do somat,<br> Of that there is no doubt,<br> We’ll send young Wilf to hospital<br> They’ll whip those tonsils out”.</p> <p>Wil’fs Mam began to tremble<br> An turned a whiter shade of pale,<br> Wilf didn’t at all like ospikals<br> An he began to wail.</p> <p>“Don’t show me up like that” cried Mam<br> An flicked Wilf on the ear,<br> “I’m s sorry Mam” Wilf croaked an’ sobbed<br> As he wiped another tear.</p> <p>The Doctor poured a brandy,<br> And downed the drink in one,<br> “Keep calm keep calm” the old man slurred<br> “And do control your son”.</p> <p>“I’ll make all the arrangements<br> On your way now close the door”….<br> With empty glass and ashtray full<br> His own throat felt real sore.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/poor-wilfred-4673646/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/poor-wilfred-4673646/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/samson-was-a-bin-man-who-lived-down-our-row-4673609/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-09-02:/2008/09/02/samson-was-a-bin-man-who-lived-down-our-row-4673609/Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:23:45 +0200 <p>Samson was a bin man who lived down our row,<br> He carried bins two at one time,<br> Til he dropped one on his toe.<br> Things never were the same again,<br> Although he was so strong,<br> Still carrying bins two at one time,<br> but now he limped along.</p> <p>He was a giant of a man standing six feet and more,<br> So he had to lift bins higher,<br> To get them off the floor.<br> Whilst others carried just one each<br> Often dragging on the ground<br> Samson carried his effortlessly<br> With never a dragging sound.</p> <p>He never took a day off work come hail or rain or shine<br> Even with just one good foot<br> He always was on time<br> Doing twice the work of other men,<br> He always led the way,<br> He even smiled each payday<br> As he received his equal pay.</p> <p>Until one day he didn?t show the foreman scratched his head,<br> It really wasn?t Samson<br> To stay at home in bed<br> So the Cart was redirected<br> Trundled round to Samsons home,<br> A humble little back to back<br> Where he lived all on his own.</p> <p>The house it was in darkness and they peered into the gloom,<br> Everyone really thought the worst<br> As they searched from room to room<br> Opening the bedroom door<br> They saw a lump within the bed<br> They offed their caps and hung their heads<br> As the lump appeared quite dead</p> <p>But what they didn?t notice was a note pinned on the wall,<br> It gave the perfect explanation<br> He?d expected them to call<br> The note read very simply<br> ?The football pools I?ve won,<br> I?ve left my dustbin here in bed,<br> I?m off to get some sun?.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/samson-was-a-bin-man-who-lived-down-our-row-4673609/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/09/02/samson-was-a-bin-man-who-lived-down-our-row-4673609/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/wilfs-holiday-4615889/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-20:/2008/08/20/wilfs-holiday-4615889/Wed, 20 Aug 2008 23:42:21 +0200 <p>Twer a wet summers day up in Owdham,<br> An the roses as allas were in bud,<br> Wellies were lined up inth back yard,<br> Ma’s an’Fathers an’t kids caked wi’mud</p> <p>It ád rained for a month wi’out stoppin’<br> An’t lanes were all puddles an slime<br> But it didn’t worry Wilf an ís family<br> They were off for their hols in’t sunshine</p> <p>Wilf’s Father ád cashed in thinsurance<br> He’d bin payin at two bob a week<br> Said an ’oliday was just wot they needed<br> As for future, it only looked bleak</p> <p>Father’d booked them some seats on a shara,<br> The best ones that money could buy,<br> So Wilf went for seven days off to Blackpool<br> Land o’Bingo Hot Dogs an’Blue Skies.</p> <p>But when they got there it were raining,<br> On th’beach donkeys steamed and were wet<br> Father carefully considered situation,<br> Then went off t’bookies for a bet.</p> <p>Wilf never saw Father again<br> Ma looked after family all week<br> When Wilf asked what áppened to Father<br> She said he was playin ’ Ide an Seek </p> <p>On last day Wilf still ’addent found ‘im.<br> Ma found a new bloke so she ‘ad,<br> So Wilf came back to Owdham on th’ shara<br> Wi’ t’other kids Ma and new Dad.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/wilfs-holiday-4615889/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/wilfs-holiday-4615889/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/ma-s-legs-4615878/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-20:/2008/08/20/ma-s-legs-4615878/Wed, 20 Aug 2008 23:38:40 +0200 <p>Well She sat so close t’ fire, but still shivered an’ was cold,<br> Us kids were left at back o’ the house an we did as we were told<br> The butter melted in the pot went easier to spread,<br> We allas ‘ad bread an’ butter afore goin’ upstairs to bed.</p> <p>Well She sat so close t’ fire, so she could make some toast,<br> We dreamed of them as allas rich uw enjoyed a Sunday roast<br> But we were ‘appy as we were, we allas ád each other,<br> We just wished that we could see t’ fire but never could for Mother.</p> <p>An as the weather warmed a bit, Ma moved back in her chair,<br> But leaning forward all the time into th’ flames she’d stare.<br> “Put some more coal on love, There’s a goodun Jack”<br> “But mind put on some bigguns, don’t put it out wi’ slack”</p> <p>Young Sara stood behind her Ma dressed in a pretty frock,<br> When fire cracked an’ th’ sparks shot out it gave her such a shock.<br> Little Jimmy sat at back o’th’ house a playin wi’ some pegs<br> But all kid’s stared when Ma got up at her bright red mottled legs.</p> <p>But none of us dare say owt, lest she should get upset,<br> So we ate us supper in silence an then went upstairs to bed,<br> We lay an listened quietly, then ‘eard us Dad come in,<br> We ‘eard he bought Mother a present, a precious bottle o gin.</p> <p>After a while we ‘ad to smile as we ‘eard ‘em stumble upstairs,<br> The light was out they bumped about, Ma called out to God in her prayers,<br> Suddenly Dad gave such a scream like he suffered a terrible blow,<br> He staggered out o th’ bedroom an behind him an eerie red glow.</p> <p>“The Devil’s in us room” he cried “Where Mother used to be”<br> All us kids were scared to look, so scared what we might see.<br> We’d never seen us Dad so feared or ‘eard ‘im for mercy beg,<br> It all turned owt to be fuss about nowt but Ma’s bright red mottled legs.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/ma-s-legs-4615878/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/20/ma-s-legs-4615878/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/16/the-calculator-4596907/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-16:/2008/08/16/the-calculator-4596907/Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:00:51 +0200 <p>Our worstest subject at schoo’<br> Was when we ‘ad to do sums,<br> Teacher wrote questions on a board,<br> An we copied answers off us chums.</p> <p>One day teacher came in wi’ a box<br> Inside it were a little machine,<br> In numbers on’ front yer punched in yer sums,<br> An’ th’ answers come up on a screen.</p> <p>Teachers machine was real clever,<br> It never got any sum wrong,<br> It could add up big numbers an take away,<br> An do divisions both short an long.</p> <p>“Next Monday” he said “There’s a Challenge”<br> “Ill write some sums up on the board”<br> “If any kids answer before my machine”<br> “It’s a day off for all that’s my word”</p> <p>Monday came an’ most kids were real quiet,<br> They just knew that they couldn’t win,<br> But one kid appeared very different,<br> Young Wilfreds face filled wi’ a grin.</p> <p>At nine o’clock teacher were writin’<br> Long multiplications on th’ board,<br> All was quiet ‘cept for scratchin of heads,<br> An Wilf grinned but said not a word.</p> <p>Then teacher sat down wi’ ‘is addin machine,<br> But ‘e started to bang it on th’ desk,<br> Kids carried on struggling wi’ sums in their ‘eads,<br> As teacher was becoming real vexed.</p> <p>After a few long minutes at work,<br> Young Wilfred was th’ first kid to stand,<br> He’d finished the sums an’ got ‘em all right,<br> And wi’ only a pencil in hand.</p> <p>Teacher were red an embarrassed,<br> But ‘e ‘ad to give all th’ kids day off,<br> So out they all beamed one by one,<br> Young Wilf was last out wi’ a cough.</p> <p>At the door he turned round to teacher,<br> He said “I knew we could win wi’ no doubt”<br> “I came into Schoo’ real early today”<br> “An took all yer batteries out”</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/16/the-calculator-4596907/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/16/the-calculator-4596907/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-rocket-man-4594565/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/the-rocket-man-4594565/Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:44:38 +0200 <p>There’s many a man in town,<br> When greeted wi’ a frown,<br> Of a wife would like to run or fly away,<br> But this ‘ere is the story,<br> Filled with fearless flight an glory,<br> O’ Ben Briggs who used to live down our way.</p> <p>Now Ben ‘ad some great ideas,<br> Though some of ‘em seemed queer,<br> He knew just what he wanted out o’ life<br> He wasn’t fallin’ foul,<br> When her face did nowt but scowl,<br> So ‘e ‘atched a master plan to leave his wife.</p> <p>Ben 'ad a paper in is pocket,<br> On ‘ow to build an fly a rocket,<br> An bein’ of scientific mind he thought,<br> That as he was no fool,<br> ‘Coz in is shed ‘e ad the tools,<br> For ‘is plan, so some materials ‘e bought.</p> <p>He got ‘imself some bins,<br> Dustbins made from strongest tins,<br> An a car seat from local scrap yard Jack,<br> An’ as for ‘is rocket fuel,<br> He did chemistry at school,<br> ‘Is books ‘e ‘ kept in shed in an old sack.</p> <p>All the neighbours they did gape,<br> At the rocket takin’ shape,<br> An’ Ben’s wife started askin’ questions too,<br> So ‘e told her not to worry,<br> Not to get into a flurry,<br> Said “It’s a special summat just for you”</p> <p>Ben said “this ‘ll make your day”<br> “An take all your troubles away”<br> An with this she danced around an was excited,<br> Then with a smile ‘is mind he changed<br> And ‘is plan he rearranged,<br> But the end result would leave ‘im so delighted.</p> <p>‘e said “Sit in ‘ere my sweet”<br> “An try out this comfy seat”<br> Then back Ben stepped to admire the wondrous sight,<br> He called “Close the door my dear”<br> “You’ll enjoy this ‘ave no fear”<br> Then ‘e scrambled in ‘is pocket for a light.</p> <p>Wi’ a grin from ear to ear,<br> An a night so starry an’ clear,<br> He struck the match an’ bent to light the fuse,<br> Then wi’ sparks an lots o’ smoke<br> Choking him an’t other folk,<br> Rocket flew an Ben was in the local news.</p> <p>An’ as was ‘is intention,<br> Ben’s fantastical invention,<br> Went up an’ up an’ really changed ‘is life<br> In ‘is life was no more gloom,<br> The rocket ‘eaded for the moon<br> An ‘e blew one last kiss up to ‘is wife.</p> <p>Wi ‘is wife dearly departed<br> Ben was far from broken ‘earted<br> But ‘is ‘appy smile soon turned into a frown,<br> As ‘he looked to sky above<br> ‘E ‘eard a voice that once he loved<br> Say “Just remember what goes up must come down.”</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-rocket-man-4594565/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-rocket-man-4594565/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/i-like-it-4594533/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/i-like-it-4594533/Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:33:30 +0200 <p>I like it in the morning,<br> I like it late at night.<br> I like it in the moonlight,<br> Or when the sun is bright.</p> <p>I like it when I’m sleepy,<br> And when I’m wide-awake,<br> I like it without stopping,<br> And when I take a break.</p> <p>I like it when I’m sweating,<br> I like it when I’m cold,<br> I liked it lots when I was young,<br> And still like it now I’m old.</p> <p>I like it watching telly,<br> On the rug by the fire,<br> I like it in the countryside,<br> When prickled by the briar.</p> <p>I like it when in secret,<br> Such a special thing to share,<br> I like it when in public,<br> When I have some time to spare</p> <p>I like it stretched in the garden,<br> As neighbours peer over the fence,<br> Can’t imagine what they stare at,<br> It really makes no sense.</p> <p>I know just what you’re thinking,<br> But you’ll have to wait and see,<br> If you like it, how I like it,<br> A lovely cup of tea!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/i-like-it-4594533/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/i-like-it-4594533/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-great-glodwick-discovery-4594487/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/the-great-glodwick-discovery-4594487/Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:10:57 +0200 <p>Up on Glodwick Low<br> Where courting couples used to go,<br> It ’ad rained a lot and washed away the clay,<br> Leaving nowt but shale about,<br> Something queer was stickin’out,<br> In the middle of the path on Glodwick Way.</p> <p>It looked like a huge great bone<br> That ’ad turned itself to stone,<br> Like a six foot leg sticking up into the air.<br> Man from Government dug around<br> And another one he found<br> So the great leg sticking up became a pair.</p> <p>He said “This is very queer,<br> To find two legs sticking up here”<br> And the chap then started digging round some more.<br> On digging for a while on ’ís face were a strange smile<br> As the two legs sticking up now turned to four.</p> <p>Soon a second chap came around and started<br> Digging in the ground<br> Then clambered from the hole and looked quite pale,<br> After digging all around this chaps heart began to pound,<br> ’Cause now sticking up he saw a ten foot tail!</p> <p>Now at the other end from the tail,<br> Both men shoveled at the shale,<br> And at the end of a long neck an ’ead appeared,<br> By now a crowd stood round amazed at what was found<br> A huge creature that had long since disappeared.</p> <p>Now at the bottom of the hole,<br> The chaps also found some coal<br> And a queue had formed to help take it away<br> So they sold it to the crowd ’coz the “government were allowed”,<br> And the cash they made would supplement their pay.</p> <p>The creature, still upside down,<br> Saw all the people stood around<br> And thought “Beggar this I’m getting out of here”<br> So over he did roll and climbed up out of the hole<br> And a pathway quickly through the crowd did clear.</p> <p>As it trundled towards the town,<br> Knocking trees and houses down<br> The people stared an’ just didn’t know what to say,<br> Chaps from Government were upset<br> Pay deductions they would get<br> For losin’ Dinosaur they found on Glodwick Way.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-great-glodwick-discovery-4594487/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/the-great-glodwick-discovery-4594487/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/widgets-4594418/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/widgets-4594418/Fri, 15 Aug 2008 22:50:15 +0200 <p>Some Widgets for your Blog,<br> I read the other day.<br> So install a little widget,<br> It will really pay its’ way</p> <p>But if you ever lose one,<br> Be sure to keep your cool<br> As an indiscriminate widget,<br> Can make you look a fool.</p> <p>So the moral of the story,<br> Is very strange but true,<br> Ensure you use your widget,<br> Or your widget may use you!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/widgets-4594418/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/widgets-4594418/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/depression-4594407/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-08-15:/2008/08/15/depression-4594407/Fri, 15 Aug 2008 22:46:58 +0200 <p>Depression is an illness,<br> So be careful how you think,<br> You may find you need the toilet,<br> but instead you use the sink.</p> <p>So a simple word of warning,<br> Quietly spoken, not a shout,<br> If ever you find you need the sink,<br> Ensure the pots are out!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/depression-4594407/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/08/15/depression-4594407/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/12/gods_gift~3715760/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-02-12:/2008/02/12/gods_gift~3715760/Tue, 12 Feb 2008 11:14:26 +0100 <p>God gives us boils upon our bums to keep us standing straight,<br> He gives us upset in our tums to make sure we’re sometimes late.<br> God gives us pain deep in our ears to let us know he’s there,<br> He gives us eyes that fill with tears for onions that we share.</p> <p>God gives us teeth so we can bite, and rip and tear and chew,<br> When teeth fall out and gums get light he gives us Irish stew.<br> God gives us knees that ache and crack and eyes so we can see,<br> He gives us legs that go forward and back to get us from A to B</p> <p>God gives us a nose so we can smell and wipe our winters drips<br> He gives us many tales to tell and fish and peas with chips.<br> God gives us summer sun and rain and autumn wind and showers,<br> He gives us snowy winter fun in short frosty daytime hours.</p> <p>God gives us heat so we can hold cold hands against the fire,<br> He gives us clothes for us to fold and beds for when we tire,<br> God gives us toilets for us to use and clean around the rim,<br> He gives us everything we need but what do we give to Him?</p> <p>We no doubt make him smile when we have to stand up straight,<br> And when we’re stuck upon the loo he knows he’ll make us late.<br> So how can we repay God for all the things he gives to us?<br> Dear God you made me late again, please send another bus.</p> <p>And while I sit and contemplate and watch your world go by,<br> I’ll say thanks for all the things on earth and all within the sky,<br> There’s one more thing to thank God for if I may be so humble,<br> When I get off this bus and home God’s made some rhubarb crumble!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/12/gods_gift~3715760/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>poetryhumourentertainmentlifehttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/12/gods_gift~3715760/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/what_happens_when_we_die~3708456/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-02-10:/2008/02/10/what_happens_when_we_die~3708456/Sun, 10 Feb 2008 21:31:32 +0100 <p>Time for some personal creativity......</p> <p><strong>One Last Act</strong></p> <p>As I walked up to St Peter’s Gate,<br> A voice called out “Sorry you’re too late”<br> “The Good folks has been counted in”<br> “Join that queue, They’re repenting sin”.</p> <p>So head hung low I joined the line,<br> If only I had come on time,<br> This line could lead me straight to Hell,<br> I was in the wrong queue, I knew damn well.</p> <p>So I climbed back up to St Peter’s Gate,<br> Said “Excuse me but I’m sorry mate,<br> I know I sinned some years ago,<br> When told to come I had to go”.</p> <p>“That’s a small sin” he said “I’ll check with Pete”.<br> I smiled and thought “Good no retreat”.<br> Within a flash the angel returned<br> His clothes all charred his wing tips burned.</p> <p>“My gosh” I said “What happened to you”?<br> There was thunder and the air turned blue<br> I’d never heard an angel swear,<br> Particularly one with golden hair.</p> <p>“I told Pete your story, he said was it a blow,<br> When you were told to come but you had to go?<br> If you’d come then, you’d not be here now<br> And I wouldn’t have got in such a row”.</p> <p>“So Pete’s instruction is simple and clear,<br> You must go back to earth for another year,<br> Next time make sure you come when called,<br> In the meantime you’ll lose your teeth and go bald”.</p> <p>That was just a year ago and this is now,<br> It was difficult but I did it somehow,<br> Not a tooth in my head and no comb required,<br> We both came together and then I expired.</p> <p>Now with the Good folks being counted in,<br> On time, this time, and free from sin,<br> But nightmares and memories I still have some,<br> Of having to go when I should have come.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/what_happens_when_we_die~3708456/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmenthumourlifepoetryhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/what_happens_when_we_die~3708456/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/01/11/a_fruity_poem_to_make_you_think~3563783/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2008-01-11:/2008/01/11/a_fruity_poem_to_make_you_think~3563783/Fri, 11 Jan 2008 23:34:17 +0100 <p>If I am to compose a poem of fruit,<br> I need to find rhyming words that suit,<br> I can rhyme pear with dare or care or share<br> And banana with karma or charmer or llama<br> And not forget plumb with rum, some or hum,<br> And add to the list tangerine, old bean,<br> or append an apple with dapple or chapel<br> By time all fruit of this poem’s been peeled,<br> A rhyme for orange should be revealed….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/01/11/a_fruity_poem_to_make_you_think~3563783/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmenthumourpoemhttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2008/01/11/a_fruity_poem_to_make_you_think~3563783/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/no_more_driving_home_for_christmas~3471112/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2007-12-20:/2007/12/20/no_more_driving_home_for_christmas~3471112/Thu, 20 Dec 2007 18:41:23 +0100 <p>No more driving home for Christmas<br> No more Christmas having fun<br> No Merry Christmas Everybody<br> 'Coz this Christmas You are gone</p> <p>It was one more drink that took you<br> And a drive less than one mile<br> Now your present stays unopened<br> One more Mother, one less child</p> <p>As you motored down the highway<br> Seeing life through one last glass<br> One more drink lost you your senses<br> And your futures now your past</p> <p>All your life it flashed before you<br> As the wheel slipped from your hand<br> It was one more drink that took your life<br> And took your promised land</p> <p>No more driving home for Christmas<br> No more Christmas having fun<br> No Merry Christmas Everybody<br> Coz this Christmas You are gone</p> <p>If only you had said no more<br> When offered one more round<br> Then fate would spare your life that day<br> And you would save more than a pound</p> <p>But it was one more drink that took you<br> And one drive less than one mile<br> And your future is unopened<br> And your Mother has no child</p> <p>No more driving home for Christmas<br> No more Christmas having fun<br> No Merry Christmas Everybody<br> Coz this Christmas You are gone</p> <p>So if you listen to this story<br> And you are offered one more round<br> Do not drive that car away<br> And you're safely homeward bound</p> <p>Then you can have a Merry Christmas<br> One more Christmas having fun<br> So Merry Christmas Everybody<br> Because the danger will be gone.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/no_more_driving_home_for_christmas~3471112/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/no_more_driving_home_for_christmas~3471112/#commentshttp://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/peter_kay_live_in_manchester~3453616/tag:kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk,2007-12-16:/2007/12/17/peter_kay_live_in_manchester~3453616/Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:15:13 +0100 <p> <small> <a href="http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/peter_kay_live_in_manchester~3453616/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://kidsnkrumblies.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/peter_kay_live_in_manchester~3453616/#comments