Here’s a little whisker of poetry – quirky snippets of life to keep me sane.
to weave words
as cursor blinks
There’s no flies on us!
noting empty spaces,
‘They’re dropping like flies.’
ailing student prompts peer’s
‘There’s not many flies left.’
over the hill
and way too
Take the temp
Most mothers are sick of their kids getting sick
and when they are gooder Mum’s gladder.
But when my little boy is not good, he’s the bestest –
and when he is better he’s badder!
Yep – sick kids. With half their class away, I’m not really surprised. And mine aren’t doing too bad… (Nor is my youngster that bad when he’s well! But he is an angel when he’s sick!)