Tag: nonsense poem

Musings In A Waiting Room

Hospital waiting rooms
Aren't they fun!
Uncomfy chairs 
That hurt your bum.
People waiting to be seen,
Feeling more scared
Than they seem.

Vending machines
With sweets and pop.
Healthy stuff's not 
What they stock.
There's no coffee,
There's no tea,
There's no magazines
To read.

It is cold,
The air cons on!
And still the wait
Goes on and on.
Will it be
Good news or bad?
Will we cry
Or feel glad?

Get there early,
They'll run late.
This is the reason
Why we wait.
We understand,
But it is hard,
To not worry
That it's bad.

He says what will 
Be will be.
I'm the support
Act you see.
Waiting long and 
Praying hard,
Knowing not
What's on the cards.

And when they finally
Call him in,
They still don't know
What's causing him
To have large lumps
Beneath his skin.

So now they want
To cut it out,
To find out what
It's all about.
"I've lost my marbles"
He will say.
He lost them long
Before today!

He is 15, going on 16…

16 in a week,
"Not bothered," he does say.
He doesn't want a fuss -
Birthdays can stay away.

He's getting very bored,
But doesn't want a job,
Just hides up in his room -
Being that teenage slob.

He wants to socialise,
But it depends who's there,
People are just too much - 
He'd rather talk to air.

But we will make a fuss,
Even if it's small.
Because he is our son -
He'll have a day of fun.

When he looks back, he'll see,
It didn't have to be
Way over the top -
Just a special memory.
Birthday cake

Waiting…

We're hanging around,
The waiting's profound.
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

There's been drama and strife,
But no sign of life.
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

You say you've
Not even been seen
But spilt tea like a dream
How long you gonna be?

We're waiting to know
But the Doc's a no show.
Should we stay or go?
For we just don't know,
How much longer
Are you gonna be?

Waiting around,
The coffee's not ground,
But the boredom's profound,
So just how much longer
Are you gonna be?

It is not a fun game.
Hypocrisy's the name
Of the way this is run.
So they should be ashamed,
Rules should work both ways.
How much longer 
Are you gonna be?

If we go out the door,
We'll be waiting no more.
But then you will
Come out just as soon as we leave.

So we're stuck here like glue,
Waiting here with no clue.
Just how much longer 
Are you gonna be?

*Written whilst waiting over 3 hours for hubby to be seen for a follow-up appointment or tell us when to collect him.

Wristwatch

Doggy Dreams

On my bed I lie
Dreaming lots of dreams,
All exhausted from
Lots of games and treats.

You can't tell if that
Is my head or tail.
I don't care cos I'm
Dreaming of a whale.

But it's pink not blue,
Carrying me and you,
To a far off land.
We'll play in the sand.

Now I'm running through
Fields full of chews.
Bouncing all around,
Wait...is that a sound?

So I look up and
You are sitting there,
With me all snuggled up
In my favourite chair.
Poppet fast asleep on her chair

Because it’s a Monday*…

Because it's a Monday
It's not a fun day.
It's too close to Sunday -
The 'Make Kids Hyper Day'.

He fills them full of sugar
And makes sure the manners suffer,
Ignoring needs and nurture
He doesn't care about their future.

It's not a competition,
But if it was then we'd win,
Because we care 'bout their wellbein'
And give love and time and cheerin'.

One day they will see right through him,
Sweets'll no longer be a shoe-in.
For time is much more precious,
And that is why he hates us.
Partially eaten chocolate bar

*Written after the children had a particularly not good visit to their biological father!

A Dog’s Life

Snuggled next to loving owners
Whom I cherish and adore.
Fed dog treats and puppacinos
Could a doggie ask for more?

Lovely walks and grassy meadows,
Snoozing spread out on the couch,
Looking up out of the window,
Playing fetch I love so much.

Soothing strokes, a calming influence,
Finding the best sticks to chew.
But, of course, the best thing really
Is eating Dad's favourite shoe!

Still you love me and adore me
As, of course, I love you too.
And we never will be parted,
Friends forever, me and you!
Poppet’s head lovingly resting on my lap.

Freddie The Burglar Raccoon

Freddie was a young raccoon,
He liked to run and run.
Sadly, he also liked to thieve
From all and everyone.
It didn't matter what it was
Or to whom it did belong.
So long as he could make it his
He thought he'd done no wrong.

"But Freddie" said Police Dog
"You will soon end up in jail,
And if you continue as you are
No one will pay your bail."
Freddie, he just did not believe,
He stole more and more and more.
Telling him it was a crime had now become a bore,
And Freddie being oh so young was too young for the law.

"But one day Fred they'll get you"
All his family did warn.
Yet Freddie he just looked at them
With a face of scorn.
But on Freddie's tenth birthday 
All his thieving it did cease,
For on that day he stole again
And was cornered by police.
"Ah ha my lad we've got you now" Police Dog he did say
And Freddie can no longer steal,
For he is locked away!
A young raccoon.

As Poppet was walking…

As Poppet was walking
From Dogland one day,
She thought it would be
A fun day to play.
So she took a long walk
To the top of a hill
Because what she wanted
Was to roll down her ball.

The ball it rolled down.
It rolled down very fast
And poor little Poppet
Was sure to come last.
But she ran and she ran
Just as fast as she could
And she did catch that ball,
As it rolled through a wood.

What a choice for poor Poppet,
A stick or a ball?
As with only one mouth
She can't carry it all.
And so, she must choose
What's the best thing for her
But the sticks in that wood
Were so many and tall.

Little Poppet did ponder
A long time on this.
But then she did realise
The stick would be less
Of a long term investment,
So the ball would be best.
Then she ran home for tea
And a nice big long rest.
A nice long rest for Poppet.