Category: Poems

Humour, Poems

Turning 40

June L
 
The day has come, the time is here,
The occasion filled with dread.
The next zero birthday has arrived,
My heart feels just like lead.
A brand new decade, scary stuff,
I’m no longer a “young pup”,
‘Cos from today I’m expected to
Act like a real grown-up.
The clothes shop now will be a ‘mare,
My wardrobe is a sham
As all the trendy stuff I own
Screams “mutton dressed as lamb”.
Apparently life begins at it –
At least that’s what is said;
But my visions of being 40
Involve grey hair and mid-life spread.
Others say it’s “over the hill”;
A lot of sense that makes.
But in this car on life’s short journey
They’ve not fitted the brakes.
I will try to forget all this
And face things with a smile,
But truthfully, deep down in my heart
I’m totally in denial.
I guess I’m still the same old me
Who likes to have much fun.
Ach, forget being an ageing forty,
I’ll always be twenty-one!
Humour, Poems

An Ode To Network Sites in the style of Rabbie Burns

June L

(best read in a broad Scottish accent)

 
Oh the byspale joys of Facebook and Twitter,
The maist addictive things ohn ma compitter.
Ye mak me smile, ye mak me laugh,
But aince ahm ohn, ah cannae git aff.
 Ah, the bletheration that aboonds,
The bletherskates aa doin their roonds,
They really are a cantie bunch,
Taukin aboot wha they are hawin fir lunch.
Or mibby they’re feelin a bit peelie-wallie,
Or they’re haein a nicht oot at the ballet.
They post up their photies wi’ a peerie wee tag
Fir aithers to “like”, or jist tae brag.
Ah should hae been aff here a long while sin
But the clashmaclavers keep drawin me in.
Ma hoose is a midden, the dishes need done,
But time spent netwurkin’ is much mair fun