A new blogger's ultimate goal
Is to write posts with talent and soul
But her hopes go astray
And she's sorry to say
That she's stuck in a limerick-shaped hole.
And her writer's block just seems to worsen
For while she sits angry and cursin'
She wastes all her time
On amphibrach rhyme
And refers to herself in third person.
Hmmm... maybe it's all my own fault.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Meetings
Gosh, it's been a long time since I last posted. Lots of reasons for that, none interesting. I've been to a couple of important meeings lately, and in the boring ones came up with some limericks
For the delegates now we are waiting
And stress levels rise unabating
Prepeations are through
Now there's nothing to do
But sit here just procrastinating.
The talks are all thoughtful and deep
Intuition to make Einstein weep
The guy I can see
Just in front of me
Is so thrilled he's fallen asleep.
For the delegates now we are waiting
And stress levels rise unabating
Prepeations are through
Now there's nothing to do
But sit here just procrastinating.
The talks are all thoughtful and deep
Intuition to make Einstein weep
The guy I can see
Just in front of me
Is so thrilled he's fallen asleep.
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Cookies
Sunday Scribblings: Recipe
The first step’s the same in all cultures and lands
When cooking, to start with, you must wash your hands
Then preheat the oven to one-eighty C
(If gas is your thing then mark 4 it should be)
Two baking sheets needed, or one if it’s large
Just grease up the tins with some butter or marg
Then once you’ve completed this basic routine
Next weigh out 6 ounces of soft margarine
The same weight of sugar, a brown one not white,
Then cream them together til fluffy and light
The mixture at this point is yummy to eat
Just fat mixed with sugar, so soft and so sweet
Then into this fusion an egg you should whisk
(Don’t taste it hereafter as raw egg’s a risk)
Cue self-raising flour, 6 ounces you add
This mix now needs flavour, it’s time to go mad
If you can imagine it, try it and see
Try essence- vanilla or almond maybe
Think whisky or brandy, yes, just a wee dram
Or chunks of plain chocolate, use one hundred grams
Perhaps you want walnuts, or coconut shred
Or subtract some flour, use cocoa instead
Some people find currants and raisins ideal
With orange or lemon, the juice and the peel
Whatever concoction your mind can invent
There’s some combinations are true heaven sent
(And if there are some that you really screw up
Then those are the ones you can feed to the pup)
Now once you have added the things you prefer
Then take up your spoon, give it all a good stir
Place spoonfuls of mixture upon your greased tins
And bake in the oven for just 15 mins
If golden, remove them to cool, and you’ve made
Confections to leave shop-bought cakes in the shade
And others will praise them to highest degree
Though you’ll know they’re easy as easy can be
The first step’s the same in all cultures and lands
When cooking, to start with, you must wash your hands
Then preheat the oven to one-eighty C
(If gas is your thing then mark 4 it should be)
Two baking sheets needed, or one if it’s large
Just grease up the tins with some butter or marg
Then once you’ve completed this basic routine
Next weigh out 6 ounces of soft margarine
The same weight of sugar, a brown one not white,
Then cream them together til fluffy and light
The mixture at this point is yummy to eat
Just fat mixed with sugar, so soft and so sweet
Then into this fusion an egg you should whisk
(Don’t taste it hereafter as raw egg’s a risk)
Cue self-raising flour, 6 ounces you add
This mix now needs flavour, it’s time to go mad
If you can imagine it, try it and see
Try essence- vanilla or almond maybe
Think whisky or brandy, yes, just a wee dram
Or chunks of plain chocolate, use one hundred grams
Perhaps you want walnuts, or coconut shred
Or subtract some flour, use cocoa instead
Some people find currants and raisins ideal
With orange or lemon, the juice and the peel
Whatever concoction your mind can invent
There’s some combinations are true heaven sent
(And if there are some that you really screw up
Then those are the ones you can feed to the pup)
Now once you have added the things you prefer
Then take up your spoon, give it all a good stir
Place spoonfuls of mixture upon your greased tins
And bake in the oven for just 15 mins
If golden, remove them to cool, and you’ve made
Confections to leave shop-bought cakes in the shade
And others will praise them to highest degree
Though you’ll know they’re easy as easy can be
Sunday, 2 May 2010
An Important Sunday
The streets are all empty of cars
The church pews today are deserted
The people are packed into bars
Emergency crews all alerted
What business can cause such a fuss?
What issue obsseses the nation?
The question on all lips is thus:
Can Palace avoid relegation?
Written this morning, before the match, but posted afterwards. A very exciting game ended in a 2-2 draw, which was all Crystal Palace needed to avoid relegation. Now all we need is a new owner...
The church pews today are deserted
The people are packed into bars
Emergency crews all alerted
What business can cause such a fuss?
What issue obsseses the nation?
The question on all lips is thus:
Can Palace avoid relegation?
Written this morning, before the match, but posted afterwards. A very exciting game ended in a 2-2 draw, which was all Crystal Palace needed to avoid relegation. Now all we need is a new owner...
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Emily Bronte Cento
A cento is a patchwork poem, in this one every line is from a different poem by Emily Bronte.
Warm and bright on Arden’s lake
How beautiful the earth is still
Tonight there is no wind to wake
And curb my own wild will
Thought followed though, star followed star
I see Heaven’s glories shine
It seemed close by and yet more far
And they, perchance, heard vows of mine
Well, let them fight for honour’s breath
Thy love I will not, will not share
Time stands before the door of Death
To banish joy and welcome care
In life and death a chainless soul
But sorrow withers even the strong
A flood of strange sensations roll
Whispering, “Winter will not linger long”
Warm and bright on Arden’s lake
How beautiful the earth is still
Tonight there is no wind to wake
And curb my own wild will
Thought followed though, star followed star
I see Heaven’s glories shine
It seemed close by and yet more far
And they, perchance, heard vows of mine
Well, let them fight for honour’s breath
Thy love I will not, will not share
Time stands before the door of Death
To banish joy and welcome care
In life and death a chainless soul
But sorrow withers even the strong
A flood of strange sensations roll
Whispering, “Winter will not linger long”
Monday, 12 April 2010
Leaving Home
Today’s the day I’m moving out
from home. From old, I’ll move away
to freedom, so stand tall and shout:
Today’s the day
Although not meaning to betray
the memories of good times, no doubt
I’m sad to leave, but still won’t stay
The future’s readying to sprout
new wings and I’m keen to survey
fate, seizing what it’s all about:
Today’s the day
from home. From old, I’ll move away
to freedom, so stand tall and shout:
Today’s the day
Although not meaning to betray
the memories of good times, no doubt
I’m sad to leave, but still won’t stay
The future’s readying to sprout
new wings and I’m keen to survey
fate, seizing what it’s all about:
Today’s the day
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Spring Sunshine
For the first time in far too long
The sun beams in the sky
And though its warmth is still not strong
My heart wants to reply
I know its time is fitful still
A prisoner on parole
And yet it starts to thaw the chill
Brings sunshine to my soul
The sun beams in the sky
And though its warmth is still not strong
My heart wants to reply
I know its time is fitful still
A prisoner on parole
And yet it starts to thaw the chill
Brings sunshine to my soul
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