No trouble with you
Something light-hearted with a smile
Some humorous words to lift the day
My mood's been low this little while
No mention then my dearest friend
Of gratitude for all you do
The emailed messages you send
The only one to bother, you
For writing thus might make you cry
My poems touch you, that I know
But if they're sad you wonder why
Detecting sorrow's undertow
Instead I'll dwell on foolish hens
With you upon the fence in hat
Fragmented dosi, made for friends
And husband's 'Your bum's big in that!'
He's only telling like it is
Plus other faults, he knows them all
The trouble with you dear is this
You really don't know how to fall
In truth that's just not what I see
More for me the helpless laughter
Both of us bedecked in saris
Or teachers behaving dafter
For me there is no trouble with you
Just things to love and make me smile
I'm proud that we're alike, we two
My special friend across the miles
Brighton June 30th 2009, for Pam of course
You were right Sally. It did make me cry but it also made me smile! I guess you and I will never learn to fall but I hope we'll go on holding one another up for years to come.
ReplyDeleteThanks you for all the poetry. x
I have to admit it made me cry too Pam even though most of the subject matter was light-hearted. It seems that my poems are mined out of a well of emotions which very easily make the tears flow...
ReplyDeleteWhen I get home to an un-Apple computer I plan to put up the wonderful photo of you with tragic dosi to illustrate- will be very apt I think esp as you have hat on too, lol xxx
Now that really would make me smile! Suganya certainly thought my dosi was hilarious. She did eat one though!
ReplyDeleteGood job you didn't mention poor egg bound Robin who popped her clogs and ended up in the dustbin!!!!!!!!!!!
An egg bound Robin, dressed in clogs
ReplyDeleteWith limp feathers her only togs
Abandoned in her own back yard
With bottom problem, life was hard
When lo upon the fence appeared
Be-hatted lunatic. she feared
So one last squawk of fright she gave
Then headed for a (dustbin) grave
This is hen version of doggerel as you will appreciate Pam- so perhaps chickerel? Title? Who killed hen Robin? or The Sad Demise of Egg bound Robin. Any ideas?!!! PS Do know not really a link between you on fence and sad death, but is poetic license.
And here is the photo of the lovely dosi-maker herself!
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff Sally. You need to add another verse about poor Robin's replacement who almost expired by drowning in our pond. I'll let you know if she pays another visit.
ReplyDeleteCould be a link between me on fence you know-must have been a scary sight.