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!

Chasing Cats Is Important Work

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

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

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

Cats can jump and scratch and bite,
Cats doesn’t do a gentlemanly fight!
Cats does try to possess your mind,
Cats is naughty, mean and not kind.

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