Amy

 

A little story about my daughter AMY

Amy was a little girl who loved the color pink and bows. She had pink everything: pink dresses, pink shoes, pink hair bows, and even pink socks. She wore her hair in pigtails, and she always had a big pink bow in each one.

One day, Amy's mother took her to the park. Amy was so excited to play on the swings and the slide. She ran to the swings and sat down.

"Push me, Mommy!" she said.

Amy's mother pushed her on the swing. Amy went higher and higher. She laughed with joy.

Suddenly, Amy's pink bow came loose and flew away. Amy was heartbroken. She started to cry.

"Don't cry, Amy," her mother said. "I'll help you find your bow."

Amy's mother and her looked all over the park for Amy's bow, but they couldn't find it anywhere. Amy was very sad.

"I'll make you a new bow," her mother said.

But Amy didn't want a new bow. She wanted her old bow. She sat down on a bench and started to cry again.

Just then, a little bird flew down and landed on Amy's shoulder. The bird had Amy's pink bow in its beak.

"Here you go," the bird said.

Amy took the bow from the bird and thanked it. She was so happy to have her bow back.

Amy put her bow back in her hair and smiled. She was ready to play again.

"Thank you, birdy!" she said.

The bird chirped and flew away.

Amy and her mother played in the park for the rest of the day. Amy had a wonderful time. She was so grateful to the little bird for bringing her bow back.

From that day on, Amy always took care of her bows. She never wanted to lose them again.

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Beware of False People

 

Beware the nasty female poison dwarf,

She's short and stout, and full of wrath.

Her eyes are beady, her nose is sharp,

Her tongue is venomed, like a carp.

She dwells in caves, and dark retreats,

Where poisonous plants grow at her feet.

She brews her potions, foul and foul,

To curse the brave, and make them howl.

If you should cross her wicked path,

She'll unleash her wrath, in all its wrath.

Her poisoned darts will fly with speed,

To leave you weak, and full of need.

So beware the nasty female poison dwarf,

She's short and stout, and full of wrath.

If you should meet her, run away,

Lest you become her next prey.

Soulmate

 Been working on this for a while, and here it is

Joanne, My Soulmate and Best Friend

Joanne, my soulmate, my best friend,

For thirty-three years, our bond has no end.

Through thick and thin, you've been by my side,

A shoulder to cry on, a source of pride.

You're the one who knows me better than me,

You're the one who sets my spirit free.

You're the one who makes me laugh until I cry,

And the one who wipes my tears when I sigh.

You're the one who makes me feel complete,

You're the one who makes my heart beat.

You're the one who makes me whole,

You're the one who completes my soul.

Joanne, my soulmate, my best friend,

I'm so grateful for your love without end.

I cherish our friendship, I treasure our bond,

And I'm so lucky to have you in my life beyond.

Thank you for being you, Joanne,

You're the best soulmate and best friend a person could ask for.

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Ode to the Pin number

 Just a little light humour

Ode to a Bank PIN Number

Oh, bank PIN number, you're my secret key,

To all my treasures, big and small.

You keep my hard-earned cash safe and sound,

And help me access it at my call.

You're a four-digit code, so secure,

That only I know your combination.

You're my guardian angel at the ATM,

And my trusty companion for online transactions.

I know I can always count on you,

To be there for me when I need you most.

You're the gatekeeper to my financial world,

And I'm so grateful for your protection.

So thank you, bank PIN number,

For being the best financial friend a person could ask for.

I promise to keep you safe and secret,

For as long as we both shall live.

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80s night

 

80s Night in Chatham

Neon lights and big hair,

The 80s are in the air.

Let's head to Chatham, for a night of fun,

Where the music's pumping and the drinks are on tap.

We'll dance to the classics, like "Billie Jean" and "Sweet Caroline,"

And sing along to every word, until our voices are sore.

We'll dress up in our best 80s gear,

And pretend we're back in time, with nothing to fear.

So put on your leg warmers and your shoulder pads,

And let's go back to the decade that had,

The biggest hair, the brightest clothes,

And the best music, that everyone knows.

80s night in Chatham, it's the place to be,

Where we can all let loose and have some fun, carefree.

So come on down and join the party,

And dance the night away, merrily!

Regrets, sometimes

 Regrets

In the depths of my heart, regrets reside,

Like shadows that follow me, side by side.

Chances I didn't take, roads not taken,

Words unspoken, hearts unshaken.

I regret the times I played it safe,

When my dreams were calling, bold and brave.

I regret the times I held back my tears,

When my soul was yearning for release, my fears.

I regret the times I let others decide,

When my own voice should have been my guide.

I regret the times I played the fool,

When my wisdom was waiting to be used as a tool.

But most of all, I regret the things I didn't get,

The love that slipped away, the chances I let.

I wonder what my life could have been,

If I had chosen differently, taken a leap, and seen.

But life is a journey, with twists and turns,

And lessons learned, sometimes they burn.

So I'll carry my regrets with me,

As reminders of the choices I've made, freely.

And I'll learn from my past, and move on,

To create a future where happiness is won.

I'll cherish the moments, big and small,

And live my life to the fullest, tall.

Fireworks

 Fireworks

Fireworks, oh fireworks,

How I despise your noise.

Your bangs and booms and pops,

Bring me no joy, no poise.

You startle my pets,

And wake my sleeping child.

You make my head hurt,

And leave me feeling riled.

I know you're meant to be fun,

A spectacle to behold.

But for me, you're just a nuisance,

A story untold.

So please, dear fireworks,

Have some mercy on me.

Tone down your racket,

And set my spirit free.

I'll be happy to watch you from afar,

And admire your colorful display.

But please, for the love of all that's good,

Don't make my ears go gray.

Thank you for your understanding,

From a firework-hating soul.

May we all find peace and quiet,

And make this world a less noisy hole.

Lost Youth

 

Lost Youth

Oh, lost youth, where have you gone?

I miss you more than words can say.

The days of carefree laughter,

And the nights of endless play.

I remember building go-karts,

And racing down the street.

I remember staying out all day,

With my friends, so carefree and sweet.

We'd climb trees and play hide-and-seek,

And run through fields of green.

We'd build forts and have adventures,

And our imaginations would preen.

But time flies by so quickly,

And youth fades like a dream.

Now I'm all grown up, with responsibilities,

And it seems like yesterday I was just a gleam.

I miss the innocence of childhood,

And the magic of those days.

But I'm grateful for the memories,

And the joy that still stays.

So here's to lost youth,

And all the good times we had.

May we always cherish those moments,

Even though they're now in the past.

its only a short ride folks!!

Capstone Park

 Capstone Park:

Oh, Capstone Park, so green and fair,

With ducks a-plenty swimming there.

The countryside is pure and bright,

A lovely lake, a wondrous sight.

The ducks they quack and quack with glee,

As they swim and play so carefree.

The trees sway gently in the breeze,

And flowers bloom in sweet ease.

The sun shines down on sparkling lake,

And birds sing sweetly for goodness sake.

The air is fresh and clean and pure,

And nature's beauty is sure.

Oh, Capstone Park, we love you so,

For all the joy that you bestow.

A place to relax and unwind,

And leave our worries behind.

We love to watch the ducks at play,

And stroll along the shores each day.

We picnic on the grassy lawn,

And breathe the air, so pure and drawn.

Oh, Capstone Park, we're glad you're here,

A tranquil oasis, year to year.

A place where nature's beauty reigns,

And all our cares are washed away, like stains.

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My Major

 

Although my Dog went many years ago

I think of him some days, so this is for you

Major

My beloved Major, a German Shepherd true,

Black and tan, with eyes of deepest blue.

A loyal companion, a family friend,

Your love and devotion never did end.

I remember the days when we'd play,

Fetching balls and running wild each day.

You'd cuddle beside me on the couch,

And always greet me with a joyful slouch.

Your gentle nature, your watchful gaze,

Filled my heart with warmth and endless praise.

I'll never forget your furry face,

And the unconditional love you did embrace.

Though you're gone now, my faithful friend,

Your memory lives on, till the very end.

When I see a German Shepherd today,

I can't help but think of you, my sweet Major, come what may.

So rest in peace, my dear friend,

In my heart, you'll always be near.

Until we meet again, in that heavenly place,

Where all our furry loved ones are embraced.

A lifes Journey

 

A Life's Journey

Born in the fifties, a sensitive soul,

Through life's ups and downs, I've taken my toll.

Married twice, but neither one right,

Now with my female soulmate, I find my light.

I've been let down, I've been used,

But I've never given up, I've never refused.

To speak my mind, to be true to me,

Even though some may not agree.

Now seventy-one, I'm still going strong,

With a heart full of love, and a passion to belong.

I'll do so much, but watch out if too much,

For I'm a firecracker, I'm a shooting star, I'm clutch.

So here's to life, and all its twists and turns,

To the lessons learned, and the bridges burned.

May we all find our soulmate, and live our truth,

And speak our minds, with courage and ruth.

Cockney Sparrow

 

From me old cockney sparrow

In the heart of London, where the bells do chime,

Lives a Cockney lad with a heart full of rhyme.

He'll spin you a yarn, with a twist and a twirl,

In the language of the streets, a Cockney pearl.

With a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye,

He'll take you on a ride, with the birds in the sky.

He'll talk of "plates of meat" for feet,

And "apples and pears" for stairs you'll meet.

He'll rhyme off "trouble and strife" for wife,

And "China plate" for life.

He'll talk of "butcher's hook" for look,

And "Adam and Eve" for a shock.

So listen up, my friend, and lend me your ear,

As I take you on a journey, through Cockney rhyme, oh so clear.

With a "chinwag" and a "laugh and a joke,"

We'll paint a picture, with every stroke.

From the bustling markets, to the smoky pubs,

The Cockney spirit, it never subs.

With a "bovvered" accent, and a heart so grand,

The Cockney lad, he'll always take a stand.

So let's raise a glass, to the Cockney rhyme,

A language of charm, and a rhythm of time.

From the streets of London, to the world so wide,

The Cockney spirit, it will always abide.

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