Magpie Tales # 46

Willow's picture for MagpieTales this week set me pondering about the ongoing good natured sparring in the Trellis Household, so here is my tongue in cheek offering, Which, as luck would have it, also counts as a Friday 55 for no less a person than G-Man!.

Round Two, Seconds Out - Ting,Ting!

Iron fist in a velvet glove-
Ada pummels me with love!
Dancing round the boxing ring,
she makes all my senses sing;
right hook here, left jab there-
we were an unusual pair
of LOVE BIRDS huddled on our perch,
I, often left in the lurch
but always game
to beg for more of the same!

Why not come and sample the latest shenanigans of Cad and Ada HERE on A Trellis Truce?  You might enjoy them! Each of the links in this poem will show you another facet of the Gem that is the  Trellis Household!

Meet Trellissimo!

Anyone who has happened upon A Trellis Fencing, or any staunch follower who is hoping for some action from me, Caddoc, needs to make the acquaintance of this gentleman, Trellissimo, who is currently employed as a PR Guru and general Overseer Of The Peace Pact between my wife and I HERE. Today we have combined our previous blogs, A Living Hell and A Trellis Fencing, but Blogger cannot combine our erstwhile followers. We are Billy No Mates!

Why not come and say 'Hello!', and perhaps treat yourself to a catch up of the pre-Christmas cavorting of Ada and Caddoc, in their efforts to regain harmony in their lives. There are bound to be laughs along the way... we are both funny people! And how!

Now, while I'm here, I shall wish you a Happy New Year from me and mine to you and yours. And probably Trellissimo would too, if he knew what I was about...He likes restoring the peace...

Lingering Thoughts

After The Bus!

A Bus might do for poems

but where presents are concerned
it's Santa's Sleigh that counts the most,
it needs no three point turns.
It navigates the airways
far better than a plane,
and hovers over chimneys,

come wind, or snow, or rain.

Santa's  rotund figure
still manages to squeeze
through chimney pots or CH vents
because he aims to please
the lucky children, snug in bed,
who close their eyes and snooze,
while Santa gobbles up mincepies
and, here and there, some booze.


For somtimes on the mantlepiece
a little glass of sherry
waits patiently for Santa
to make sure he stays merry
and full of cheer at Christmas time,
instead of getting narked
with spending half of Christmas Eve
a-fumbling in the dark.

Beep! Beep!

So, this is what Ada does when my back is turned... She either thumbs rides with a shaggy dog, or chases a  
Poetry Bus!


To Ada's little diatribe,
I'd like to add my voice -
I'd really like to share her ride,
(I promise, minus mice!)
But just for now I'm hiding out
back in the potting shed...
I think she's once more wanting
to cuff me round my head...

So if I have to buy my own ticket, here goes...

Warning to Dodgy Doggy Drivers

There was a young dog from Ashdown
who drove a car all around town.
But he started to cuss
when he hit a red bus
which caused him to have a breakdown.

Thorns

There are thorns more cruel than those which grow
on scarlet roses. Invisible but sharp
their barbed and treacherous weapons pierce my heart
and cause more pain than you will ever know.
You choose to blush and say it is not so,
that you would never think, when we're apart,
of dallying with any young upstart,
and yet that blush has set your face aglow.
I would that it was caused by none but me,
that I alone could light your inner fire
and fan its flames. Who's kindled new desire?
What young and foolish lover could there be
who captivates, then makes of you a liar
bent on making sure my eyes won't see?

Oh, Woe! Am I Undone?

And no, I don't mean I need to check my trouser fastening! Look what was delivered to my Beloved when my back was turned this morning!>>>>>>>>


SOMEBODY has been trying to undermine me by sending bigger, brasher, bolder coloured blooms than the ones I chose for my Ada!

Here are my tastefully arranged blooms, meant to signify love and devotion. They were delivered in my absence, accompanied by that mystery bunch! The florist must have been wondering what the occasion was for Mrs T to be showered with bouquets in this unheard of fashion.

Now I am wondering how she will explain them away, when I confront her... Mrs Ada Trellis, explain, explain!

Cad's Morning Moan

Snow trees stand about my garden.
Weather gods I WILL NOT PARDON
for freezing my spuds and sprouts and
                                                    leeks.
I pray this won't go on for weeks...



Thanks to my Beloved I have bought a ticket for this mysterious Poetry Bus, although it may have difficulty going anywhere without a snow plough in attendance. Perhaps I need to explain, although the third of the DriverBug's choice of subjects was bare branches, there are none around today, as they are all covered with snowflakes - I hope this won't make my ticket null and void...