A Merry Dance

I never once suspected
On the day we said "I do"
That you might be really saying
"I'll do what I want to do!"

You started coming home late.
Work commitments, so you said.
But the hairs caught in your collar
Didn't come from your wife's head!

And the lipstick that I saw there
Isn't my favourite hue.
The perfume that still lingered,
That's someone else's, too.

So I made a firm decision
To find out where you meet.
I'd follow you to her doorstep.
Catch you being indiscreet.

I waited in the street below,
Saw your shadows on the blind,
Your bodies twined together.
I thought I'd lose my mind!

So I walked up to her front door
And was just about to knock,
When I noticed the little plaque
That was nailed above the lock.

It read "I've got the patience
If you'd care to take a chance.
Come to me for salsa lessons.
Let me teach you how to dance!"

Suddenly it all made sense!
You'd mentioned that, since school,
You'd felt you'd like to learn to dance
But were afraid to feel a fool.

It's me that feels a fool right now,
A fool to doubt your love.
I left the building quietly,
Thanking the lord above,

That you, my love, will never know
How close I'd come making
The biggest mistake of my whole life!
I can't stop my hands from shaking!

I'll go home now and cook up a storm
Prepare your favourite meal.
To show you how much I appreciate
The way you make me feel!

And as the years roll on and on,
I'll be the perfect wife.
I promise to make you happy,
And to trust you my whole life!

I am.....Therefore, I Feel!!!

I am a child, lost in a strange and frightening world
A refugee in a time of trouble
I gaze upon the faces in a hostile crowd
An orphan, whose home is a pile of rubble.

See me!

I am the victim of habitual abuse, crying for help
Though there's noone to hear.
I cry myself to sleep each night
But can find no help or solace here.

Hear me!

I am the invisible person, unnoticed, unloved
Never showing the pain inside
To not have someone to come home to
You'll never know the tears I've cried.

Free me!

I am a broken spirit, beaten by an unforgiving life
Living in squalor, foraging for food
Begging on the streets for coins
Dependant on strangers in a giving mood.

Help me!

Cheers Mate!

I will never understand, nor  condone, the use of the word "cheers" instead of "thank you"! Where did this stem from? Who started it? And is there no way to stop it????

This fair land of ours was once home to King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table. It's the birthplace of Chivalry, for God's sake! How have we fallen so low?!?!

While I have to admit that, being a Portsmouthian, I am, on occasion, prone to using "Pompey slang" such as, greeting others with "A'right!" when what I actually mean is "Hello, how are you?", but, when I want to show my appreciation to someone for some service rendered, I make a point of saying "Thank you!". Call me old-fashioned, but to me "cheers, mate" seems mightily insufficient - almost an insult!

Of course, my aversion to the term stems from something (or someone) from my past. I had a friend, for want of a better word, who would ask me to babysit for her, knowing I had no life of my own, and also knowing that, not only would I agree, but that I wouldn't charge for my services! All I had in payment was - you guessed it - "Cheers, mate!". Oh, she had my number alright - it might just as well have been 118 118 - you'll find me under M for "mug!

Anyway, this went on for quite a long time. She'd go out enjoying herself, leaving me in charge of, not only my own child, but her brood as well - and, sometimes, the child of one of her other friends!!!! When she came home, she'd crow about how much she'd spent at the bar, and how much her husband had lost or won on the machines - and there was never a mention of payment for the mere fact of enabling them to have such a good time!

Things came to a head one day, however, when I was coming home from work. As I was walking up our street, I saw her a little way ahead of me. She was telling her oldest child something and then she went indoors, leaving her little girl standing, waiting, by the kerb opposite my house. As I reached my gate, she then shouted at me "You've got to look after me and my brother, cos  mummy's got to take the baby to the doctor's!"

Reader, I saw red!!! But you'll be glad to know that no blood was spilled - no murder committed! I just calmly walked across to my friend and told her that it wasn't convenient, that I had other things to do! I bit back an apology - she didn't deserve one! Oh, how I enjoyed the shocked look on her face! The worm had finally turned! Hoo-bloody-ray!

Our friendship wasn't the same after that! Such a pity - for her, anyway!

I've learned my lesson! From now on I have a new motto - Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends!

Well, I'll sign off now. I'm sure I've bored you all enough for one day.

Till next time - Cheers, me dears! - er, I mean, thank you for joining me on my somewhat verbose ramblings!!!!

Dawn 8-D xxxxx

Birthdays - and Other Pleasurable Things

More about birthdays! Here are a couple of rhymes on the subject, written, as usual, by yours truly:

About Birthday Cards

Some birthday cards are humurous
With jokes that make you smile,
Others are cute, with kittens on,
Or cherubs that beguile.
Some have flowery greetings,
Some, sentimental verse.
Some poke fun at someone's age,
While others - well, they're worse!
But my favourite kind of card is one
That comes straight from the heart.
No wit or soppy message. Just -

Happy birthday, you old fart!!!!


Or how about this one - somewhat less acerbic!


A Birthday Greeting

Some cards are huge and colourful,
With greetings bright and cheerful.
Others are sweet or touching
And can make you feel quite tearful.
There are funny cards with jokes in,
Enough to make you titter.
Home-made cards, pricey cards
And ones all covered in glitter.
Some can be rather age-ist,
Making fun out of getting old.
While others contain messages
That are worth much more than gold.
Some cards are sentimental,
The rhymes inside quite corny,
But not this one - it simply reads:

Happy Birthday, love from Dawnie

Better???? Tough choice, isn't it? He he he!

Now to get off the subject of birthdays - praise be!!!

Here is my latest versification. hope you like it.


Bottled Joy
The sounds of children laughing,
The fresh smell after rain,
The new buds in the Springtime,
The clatter of a train,
The buzzing of the bees
As they pollinate the flowers,
The ticking of the clock
As it counts away the hours,
The taste of Summer berries,
The smell of fresh-baked bread,
The memories of days gone by,
The pillows on my bed.
So many joys I'd bottle up
And keep them close to hand
To open when I'm feeling blue -
Oh! Wouldn't that be grand?

Cheerio, friends, till next time. Dawn xxx

Birthdays

Another bloomin' birthday rolls around! Here's a little rhyme for all of you out there who, like me, are a whole lot younger in heart and spirit than you are in years.

I've seen a few birthdays come and go
And I hope to endure a few more,
But at my age, I can't help but question it all.
Just what is a birthday for?

When I was a child I looked forward to them.
It was exciting to guess what I'd get.
But now that I'm old, I don't  feel that same thrill.
It's just something I'd sooner forget.

Another year older means nearer the grave!
And I know I'm not ready to go.
So why keep on counting the years as they pass?
That's what I'm wanting to know.

So I'll stop having birthdays at all from now on.
After all I don't feel my real age,
And knowing time's passed is no comfort at all.
I'm just nearer the old-timer stage!

You're only as old as you feel, so they say,
And I don't feel old at all.
Birthdays prove nothing - I'm still in my prime!
Stop counting! I'm having a ball! ! !