Poetry. Mummy Dearest

Mummy Dearest.
Please Mummy, let me swim.
My hats on straight and has a very wide brim.
I need my togs so my dress stays dry.
What a lot of water and blue, blue sky.
With my bucket and spade, I can play.
In the lovely white sand on this sunny day.

Where am I now, I’m lonely and afraid.
I want my mummy; I’ve lost my spade.
The waves are huge, the sun is hot.
My arms are sore, sunscreen I forgot.
Look at all these lovely shells.
Pinks and blues and lots of smells

Now the sun has gone and my shadow is long
There is no one around, what is wrong?
I’m sorry I ran along the beach
To obey is what you tried to teach
Now I’m frightened and can’t see
I forgot that you’re not as fast as me

Oh, I can see you, walking the sand
I’m sorry, I’m bad, please come hold my hand
I promise never to run away again.
I’ll be good and not a pain
My daddy will scold me, please don’t tell
Oh, now I’ve lost my shell

At last I’m happy for your cuddles and hold
My mummies the best, now I’m cold
Please wipe my tears and straightened my hat
I feel good now, we can have a chat
It’s late, the sun’s gone to bed
My eyes are tired and must look red

Mummy is great to look after me
I have been wicked, but I love the sea
Running away is very bad
My promise is not to make you mad
Please, if I’m good, can I have a swim?
Tomorrow with Daddy, I’ll be good for him.

Poetry. Fay

FAY
Another year has finally passed
Birthday greetings are here at last.
After all the food and drink you have partook
I wonder how your figure will look
The good thing is your tummy has stretched
As more food is likely to be fetched

Glad that you have practised well.
In readiness for the royal visit you can dwell
Hope you have some birthday treats
To get in practise with some yummy sweets
Don’t worry , enjoy yourself
It’s your day, go for the top-shelf

Your new home is getting very near
It might be a birthday cheer
To celebrate in your lifetime dream
It’s worth the wait, should make you gleam
Your little art haven will bring lots of thought
To create masters that can be caught

Now that Bob has kindly done
A favour by letting you drink rum
Your father enjoyed whiskey, why did you change.
Now the rum bottle has a shorter range.
But I guess you’re worth the sacrifice.
Bob can still fill his glass twice.

On a serious note, enjoy your day
There’s not much more that I can say
I wish you all the very best
Put your training arm to a special test.
I’ll drink a prost to you from here.
And send vibes of very good cheer

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. FAY
Special thoughts are on the way for an extra special person.
PROST AGAIN

Jimbo & Nancy

Poetry. Dear Sister

DEAR SISTER
Your special day has arrived again
With family around, be happy no strain
Don’t worry about the oncoming years
A great excuse for lots of cheers
Sit back, you deserve to be spoilt a bit
Laugh and be merry, your not one to quit
Too young for a rocker, too old for barby dolls
But okay for cruising with panorama portholes
A sister so unique, so lucky to know
Over the years, fortunate that I’m your bro
Writer Jim F