Fed and Mavis On Their Travels
There’s a tropical isle, Gran Canaria,
Famed for sun, sea and sand –
Mavis and Fred flew over,
To escape Lancashire’s cold winter land.
Mavis said, “Eee, ‘tis hot in these woolly tights,
Let’s find summer shorts that flatter me bum
Throw away beiges and blacks,
Colour up, like the sky and the sun!”
She returned like a red hibiscus
(And that were only her face...
Saturday 19th February 2011 8:28 pm
Kids in Buckets
Kids In Buckets: The School Run.
Splutter, splatter drips the rain
Down the gutter and window pane –
The journey to school will be so slow,
The traffic will just grow and grow!
But Gran and I have hatched a plan
To speed to school
(She’s resourceful my Nan),
She pushes me off in a large plastic bucket,
Bobbing down the alley,
Sailing past traf...
Sunday 10th January 2010 5:46 pm
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