Sunday 28 February 2010
Saturday 27 February 2010
Friday 26 February 2010
Thursday 25 February 2010
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Tuesday 23 February 2010
Monday 22 February 2010
Sunday 21 February 2010
Saturday 20 February 2010
Friday 19 February 2010
Thursday 18 February 2010
Hospital Talk
its competitive
the NHS
and everyone says
its in such a mess
filing away the deceased
think I'd rather be a priest
there's no where left for them to go
so the library has closed
we can't even send the post
fighting over the next
window envelope
its enough to drive you insane
the way some people like to complain
the NHS
and everyone says
its in such a mess
filing away the deceased
think I'd rather be a priest
there's no where left for them to go
so the library has closed
we can't even send the post
fighting over the next
window envelope
its enough to drive you insane
the way some people like to complain
Wednesday 17 February 2010
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Monday 15 February 2010
Sunday 14 February 2010
Saturday 13 February 2010
Friday 12 February 2010
Thursday 11 February 2010
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Tuesday 9 February 2010
Soup (without the foam)
Its another one of those vegetable soups
You know,
The one's you eat for speed
They're pretty cheap
With peas
Its kind of like
A wash & go
You know,
The one's you eat for speed
They're pretty cheap
With peas
Its kind of like
A wash & go
Monday 8 February 2010
Sunday 7 February 2010
Saturday 6 February 2010
Friday 5 February 2010
Thursday 4 February 2010
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Tuesday 2 February 2010
New Arrangements
After spending 5 minutes
Finding new arrangements
For my coffee cup
And bowl of soup
I finally settle on one
Which allows easy access
To my food
Finding new arrangements
For my coffee cup
And bowl of soup
I finally settle on one
Which allows easy access
To my food
Being A Bat
I'm not brave enough to be a bat
I'm too delicate to be dangling
In the dark and damp
I couldn't survive
On a diet of blood
I'm more into tea and crumpets
Than gruesome bloodfests
More King of Afternoon Naps
Than Prince of Darkness
I'll never be a killer
I don't like to miss my dinner
I'm too delicate to be dangling
In the dark and damp
I couldn't survive
On a diet of blood
I'm more into tea and crumpets
Than gruesome bloodfests
More King of Afternoon Naps
Than Prince of Darkness
I'll never be a killer
I don't like to miss my dinner
House Smells of Nan
house smells of Nan
kitchen smells of:
boiled sprouts
bruised legs
and passageway to green grass
garden smells of:
bruised legs
not so green grass
and guilt at squashed veg.
over the road smells of:
pylons and the unknown
front gate smells of:
the promise of
tea and cakes
the backroom smells of:
fried bread and eggs
secret bags of unwanted leftovers
after dinner cakes
and stories of boats and swimming medals
corridor smells of:
photographs
and big black swirly telephones
living room smells of:
Grandad's shoes
jam on crackers
china tea cups
and spoilt American cousins
in glass cabinets
Grandad smells of:
listening
calmness
and good directions
the scent of glistening white hair
and decades of care
upstairs smells of:
fresh toilets
boiled sprouts
and too much soap
the small room smells of:
months of neglect
super duvets
and tired legs
clean linen
warm cacoons
and sleepy heads
kitchen smells of:
boiled sprouts
bruised legs
and passageway to green grass
garden smells of:
bruised legs
not so green grass
and guilt at squashed veg.
over the road smells of:
pylons and the unknown
front gate smells of:
the promise of
tea and cakes
the backroom smells of:
fried bread and eggs
secret bags of unwanted leftovers
after dinner cakes
and stories of boats and swimming medals
corridor smells of:
photographs
and big black swirly telephones
living room smells of:
Grandad's shoes
jam on crackers
china tea cups
and spoilt American cousins
in glass cabinets
Grandad smells of:
listening
calmness
and good directions
the scent of glistening white hair
and decades of care
upstairs smells of:
fresh toilets
boiled sprouts
and too much soap
the small room smells of:
months of neglect
super duvets
and tired legs
clean linen
warm cacoons
and sleepy heads
Monday 1 February 2010
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