Snakes Alive?

 It's better to pass
by a snake in the grass
as it slithers along close to earth
for a bite on the ass**
is no cause for mirth,
ergo give snake a very wide berth.

**Here we are into the realms of pronunciation. Those from the North of England please read 'ass' to rhyme with 'pass' and 'grass', whereas those from the South will need to substitutes 'arse' to rhyme with pahss and glahss.

Magpie Tales gave us this picture by Henri Rousseau. Thank you Tess. 

A Gardener's Lament

"Leaves is a menace"

says our old gardener Sam

"They drives me wild daily.

They don't give a damn

that I sweeps 'em up quick like,

an' fills up me barrer.

When that there wind blows

they drops like an arrer

all over me pathways an’ lawn -

I ‘as to sweep on, till they’re gorn!"

This happy little ditty happens to have 55words for G-Man, and I've combined it with Jinksy's In Tandem, as I don't believe in wasting anything.

Now Ada has elbowed me to one side, and wants to add her pennyworth to this post. Alright, Beloved, stop digging me in the ribs. Ouch! OK. The keyboard is all yours...

"Caddoc and his silly rhymes!
That man is such a fool.
They didn't teach him common sense
when he went to school.
He's right about our gardener Sam,
who gets muddled with his words.
Although a rather handsome man,
Sam can sound absurd
on more than one occasion,
for to use correct Queen's English
he needs gentle persuasion.
"Not 'barrer' Sam! It's 'barrow'
wherein you scoop the leaves,
which fall down straight as arrows,
not 'arrers' if you please!"
But then, nobody's perfect,
and some causes are lost...
Ask Caddoc, for he often meets
the bite of Ada's frost!"

My Kind Of Tanka!

Confucius he say                       
don't keep your engine revving
when your wheel is stuck.


It only lead to trouble-
land you further in the muck.

Bring humour in poetry up to date, says I! Thank you Magpie Tales for the prompt. ( I see Trellissimo is on the same mission HERE.)

Man v. Garden

 

When young, every boy wants a large garden to run around in. The older he gets, the more he wishes he had a smaller one when he's playing "man versus garden". 

This is my Sunday 160 for Monkey Man!

It's The Thought That Counts...

Add spice to life with a little gift

for your Beloved! It will lift

her spirits, I’ll be bound

if the right gift you have found

to flatter her, enhance her charms,

she’ll welcome you with open arms…

But be on the lookout for a fight

If you choose to give her...
fishnet tights!

This is my fun 55 for MrKnowitall, ready for Friday. It was inspired by a Blogpal's post I read today - thanks, Trellissimo and of course, my Beloved Ada!

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks...

and sometimes I just sits...and sometimes, I wander Blogland and learn odd things...like on THIS POST (click to read it for yourself) where I found a challenge I couldn't resist. So here is my very first attempt at a Rondolet.


When love grows cold
don't mourn its passing, but reflect,
when love grows cold,
a different story may be told.
Let Cupid's arrow not deflect!
View not its piercings with regret
when love grows cold.

Umbrella Sucide?

Many clear raindrops

fall onto dead umbrella.

Blood drips from its spokes.

I'm afraid the prompt on this week's Mapie Tales set my warped sense of humour in motion! 

Sorry, Tess!