Saturday 29 October 2016

Just For A Moment (Written by my mum)

Choked by the smoke
That covers the dead,
He clawed his way out of a trench,
And just for a moment
He looked ahead
With his fists tightly clenched.
Grinding his teeth, his rounded eyes
Followed his wandering mind,
And just for a moment I heard him cry,
'Can't you see, can't you see I am blind?'
And carved on his headstone,
A well versed caption,
It clearly reads -
'This soldier died in action.'

Drowned in the dirt
That buries the dead,
Determined to be man.
For just a moment
He charged ahead
Waving a gun in his hand.
Gritting his teeth, a fervid frown
Shooting across his face,
And at that moment before he went down,
He cried, 'I have won! I have won the bloody race!'
And carved on his headstone
Where many have cried,
It clearly reads -
'As a hero he died.'

Taunted by the filth
Decomposing the dead
Shattered shell-shocked nerves,
Just for a moment
He turned his head
Against all he had sworn to serve.
His chattering teeth, tasting tears,
Shivering through his bones,
And just for a moment his eighteen years
Were reduced to a cry, 'Take me home'.
And carved on his headstone,
Weathered and worn,
We cowardly mutter -
'This boy was shot at dawn.'

Rhiannon Fox

Fings Wot Dus Annoy Me

Fings wot dus annoy me
Dus indeed annoy,
Like wen grandma takes away
My very favourite toy!
She puts it in the wash
And round and round it goes,
Making it all squash,
Ears, face and nose.

Fings wot dus annoy me
Is very annoying indeed, 
Like wen I goes on walkies,
Mum tugs upon my lead.
Sqwizzels, rabbits and rats,
I sniffs them all out there,
But she always pulls me back
And this just issent fair!

Fings wot dus annoy me
Dus sumtimes make me mad,
Like wen mum dus leave without me
Not finking that it's bad!
Then wen she dus comes back,
Knowing she shud have stayed in,
She says, "Who the heck did that?",
Ungrateful I've sorted out the bin!

Fings wot dus annoy me,
I also finks is rude,
Like wen mum dus sits in front of me
Eating all her food.
Although I have had mine,
I finks that she shud share,
This wud be most kind
And very very fair!

Fings wot dus annoy me,
Dus sumtimes make me bark,
Like dogs not on their leads
Bullying me in the park!
I always have to be wary
Wen others break the rules,
And I find it very scary
Cos their people is such fools!

All these fings dus annoy me and other fings too!




Friday 14 October 2016

Chasing Cats Is Important Work

Chasing cats is important work,
A vital role one must not shirk;
Although I love my own littel cat
His species name dus rime with RAT!

Wen you dus walkies down the street
Look under cars for feline feet,
Round the corners and behind the plants,
That's where you'll spy littel furry pants.

And wen your eyes dus spot the sight,
You knows your skills did get it rite!
But them cats dus likes to stop and stare,
So hold your nerve and stand rite there.

Cats can jump and scratch and bite,
Cats dussent do a gentlemanly fite!
Cats dus try to possess your mind,
Cats is norty, mean and not kind.

Timing is the key so time with care,
Cos cats can suddenly be not there.
But wen you is reddy release your brave
And learn them cats how to behave!