Quintessentially British

How do you know if it's gonna snow?

Visit the BBC weather page!

They may be right or they may be wrong

Please don't get into a fiery rage.

Promised sun, but we get rain!

Wind? Oh no a hurricane!

Hail, fog and mist, snow, icy roads too.

Winter, spring, seems like May

4 seasons in one day!

We love the British weather

What do we do when someone jumps the queue

In the Tesco Extra basket lane?

Do we keep quiet or do we start a riot

In the Tesco Extra basket lane?

On a bus or on a train,

Ferry, coach or aeroplane!

Supermarkets too, cos that's what we do

We stand in a line, feeling smug and fine

 Cos it's in our British chromosomes

What do we eat when we want a treat?

An ice cream in a 'cardboard' cone.

We like high tea because it's so fancy

Cream and jam on a fruit scone.

Fish and chips by raging sea

Vindaloo or kedgeree

Horseradish sauce, with beef of course

Wimbledon, such a dream

Strawberries and cream

Delightful British cooking

What do we watch on the old TV box

On a Saturday afternoon?

We like our sports, all kinds and sorts

On a Saturday afternoon.

Rugby, football, golf and darts,

Wrestling and martial arts

We like our pool and play by the rules,

But if someone takes our wicket,

It just ain't cricket (Yes it is!)

Our Great British sporting times

Scots and Irish, they are Gaels,

Welsh, of course they're from Wales.

English from England, Manx - Isle of Man

Many cities, many towns
The Queen wears the crown
We're quintessentially British

©September 2017

One Blood

We are One Blood
We may have different skin colours
We may have different beliefs
We may have different cultures
But at the end of the day 
We are One Blood.

We are One Blood

We are born

We breathe the same air

We bleed the same colour

We die

We are One Blood

We are One Blood

We laugh

We cry

We weep

We mourn

We are One Blood

© Carolyn Davison 2016

In memory of those who died because of terrorist attacks around the world. 

 

Manager's Favourite Things

This is the poem I wrote for my manager's retirement do.

Get in my office, I just caught you talking, 

If you don't like it, you can go walking

Across the road, go find a new job,

I want willing workers, not lazy slobs

Look at this big queue, just ring your bell,

Customer service, you must do it well!

My team is awesome, the best in the store,

Shining fridges and sparkling floor

Whose are these green trays, baskets and wheels?

Your tills are untidy, are you lot for real?

My nickname is fingers, yes I've got ten

Oooh look at that lovely, bright shiny pen!

Where are the Ops boys, I need them to fly,

Look at those baskets, they're dangerously high!

I do not think I am going too far,

My section looks just like the doggies doo das!

When [ ] bites,

Her words could sting,

We were feeling scared! 

But you know what

At the end of the day

We all knew she cared

© Carolyn Davison August 2015

Transient Life

Sitting on a tree-lined street

Bein' ignored by those you meet,

Holding onto your see-through friend. 

No one knows why you're here;

The days and nights that you fear,

Hoping they will come to an end

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Standing on the edge of life.

No one's girl and no one's wife.

Holding onto memories of the past.

Happy minutes, happy hours,

Fade and die like yellow flowers.

In your heart you knew they wouldn't last!

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Chasing rainbows for their end - 

Golden riches, as your friend.

Hitting every target, every goal! 

Life is lived on making deals,

Massive houses, alloy wheels,

These are empty when you have no soul!

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Riches never satisfied

Money lost, makes grown men cry

Cars will rust, and thieves break in and steal.

Love your neighbour as yourself,

Give to those who need your help.

These are things which make our love real

Living life is more than money,

Satisfaction, it ain't funny,

When you find it in a whiskey glass. 

You will grow old and memories will pass!

Come and stand here by the cross

There's much to gain, none a loss!

The Man we see, fixes broken hearts.

The only bottle's filled with tears,

He will take away your fears.

His eternal love, will not depart!

Come, He takes you by the hand, 

Leads you to a promised land,

Where fountains flow and love never dies. 

No more tears, no broken dreams,

Living water, eternal streams. 

Salvation, which money can't buy!

© Carolyn Davison 27th January 2016

Hello 2016 Haiku

The New Year has come

Time to look forward, move on

New adventures now

© Carolyn Davison 1st January 2016

Goodbye 2015

The year is nearly over

2016  is almost here,

Let's look forward to the future,

Not waste another year!

Let's keep on moving onward

Towards our heavenly home,

Where Jesus is our Captain,

And sin and sorrow gone.

Let's set our hearts t'wards Zion,

That holy, heavenly mountain,

Where angels worship the holy King

Our pure and living Fountain!

© Carolyn Davison 31st December 2015 written at 23:40

Gnome in the Home

He sat there in the garden

Miffed as miffed can be,

Getting drenched with the pouring rain

And putting up with doggy wee!

"I've had enough!" he cried out,

"I'm as cold as cold can be!

I'm fed up with pouring rain

And lots of doggy wee!"

So he grabbed his little bundle,

Headed for the home,

That poor dejected ornament,

That little garden gnome!

He saw the lights inside,

And the tiny little elf,

Looking very smug 

Sitting on his shelf!

The gnome was very determined

To knock him down a peg or two,

And maybe, just maybe

Flush him down the loo.

He had dreams of great conquests,

Of starting world war three.

No more rain, no more outdoors

And no more doggy wee!

He wanted that position,

On the honoured shelf!

He wanted to take the place

Of that smug and smarmy elf!

So he waltzed up to the back door,

Squeezed through the small cat flap.

He was ready and willing

To give that elf a slap.

Striding now with purpose,

Into the lounge he went,

Glaring at that little elf,

War was his intent!

The elf jumped down to greet him,

But got a massive smack,

Which sent him flying in the air,  

Then landing on his back.

The elf recovered quickly,

And took a Kung-Fu stance

He did a few manoeuvres 

Kicking Gnomey in the pants!

Not feeling too discouraged,

The gnome rallied around,

And with his big fat belly,

Knocked Elfie to the ground!

The belly was too much 

For that skinny yanky elf,

He groaned and he gibbered

And climbed back to his shelf.

"If it's a war you're wanting,

If that's what you intended,

In good American tradition,

I'll join when it's nearly ended!"

He looked down at Gnomey -
Looking beaten, bashed and bruised!
Sounding very Victorian, shouted out
"I'm not amused!"

Gnomey poked his tongue out,
Blew a raspberry, very loud.
Puffed out his pudgy chest,
Feeling very proud!

So off went little Gnomey,

Smug as smug can be,

Into the owners kitchen,

To make a cup of tea!

© Carolyn Davison 13th December 2015