Ballerinas stand on toes To dazzle us with twirls But here’s the question I would pose: Why not hire taller girls?
Pointe Taken
Author: MrOrmsbyAtLarge
Creature Feature
When dining out we’re well aware Our manners are on view We open doors like Fred Astaire Insisting... After you! Which silverware to use and when And how to hold a glass While tackling pommes parisienne Delineate one’s class. But not so in the cinema The difference is stark Because it’s hard to be bourgeois … Continue reading Creature Feature
Hue and Cry
On the news they warn: the city's now a combat zone Turned off the TV and went outside to be alone Some I know are marching, mostly peaceful, others not Strangers now are asking me if I'm a patriot Sitting in my garden, how I love the peace and quiet I'll fight for a cause … Continue reading Hue and Cry
Bushwhacked
We have a hedge - when I say we I’m merely being neighbourly Which separates us from next door We’re Number Two, he’s Number Four. The hedge is green and not that tall And forms a living, breathing wall That houses hedgehogs, snails and toads Who are no match for busy roads. The problem is, … Continue reading Bushwhacked
The Abomination
"When you see the desolating abomination spoken of through Daniel, the prophet standing in the holy place, then those in Judea must flee to the mountains, a person on the housetop must not go down to get things out of his house, a person in the field must not return to get his cloak. Woe … Continue reading The Abomination
Maximum Overload
My mother was a medical professional who worked long hours. When she came home in the evenings her day didn’t end there because she would then make supper, ask about everyone’s day, referee arguments, help us with our homework, find team uniforms, sort out bedtimes, do the dishes, do laundry, iron, wait up for my … Continue reading Maximum Overload
Spot The Difference
Half of ladybugs are dudes Biologists agree But just so things aren't misconstrued: What would their pronouns be?
Soup For One
I don’t remember what I woreOr who sat next to meI don’t remember who cried moreOr who came just to see I don’t remember hymns they playedOr readings that were readI don’t remember which ones saidThat you weren’t really dead I just remember how you lookedWhen you slept next to meThe Sunday dinners that you … Continue reading Soup For One
Know Any Short Cuts?
The queue for anything is just so long, you wouldn’t dare cut Imagine then, the queue, the day we all go for a haircut
Love’s Longing
Social Distancing still stands Love's rules are not allowed Two metres favours just one man: The very well-endowed
