The following poem was wrote when my washing machine burst its pipes. I should add that GS has a fear of running water in the house!!
Problems with my pipes!
My poor GS got such a fright,
His cry was loud and clear.
"Grannieeeee,"I heard him shout so loud.
Then came running into here
"The pipes are leaking,Grannie,
This really is not a trick,
Grannie,please come and can stop it ,
Oh grannie I feel sick"
Poor wee man had lost his colour.
OH was on his knees,!
I looked at him with fond despair,
No time for prayers now please.!!
We raced into the study.
As fast as fast were we.
If I were up for the Olympics
Oh how proud you all would be.
We skidded to a halt,
As the water met us at the door.
The washing machine had burst its pipe,
So it spewed all over the floor.
"Throw me a towel" I quickly cried.
OH looked non-plussed and dim.
"To mop up some of this water, silly!
Why? do you think I want a swim?
We set about the big clear up,
To sort out all the mess.
But it soon became quite evident,
That the chances were less and less.
Well, we have made a bit of a bodge job.
For the need of the proper pipe.
Because when metric met imperial.
It was obviously quite the wrong type.
And just in case your thinking.
"This won't ever happen to me,"
I'd like to think that you are right,
But sadly I can't agree.
For in the modern plumbing,
Pipes are hidden so you can't see.
Yet consider if a pipe does burst.
What a right old mess there'll be.
The beautiful neat tiling,
That looks all trim and neat.
Will soon become a crumbled heap,
Resting at your feet.
And then you'll need a plumber,
Oh and a plasterer too,
And don't forget the tiler.
To complete the job for you.
Then with the job all finished.
Relief will soon set in.
OH will pour a glass of wine.
And pass it with a grin.
You will toast each other gladly,
Each feeling so sublime.
Relaxing back into your chairs. .
Until another time.!!!
Copyright Annemari(C) 19th May 2009
This Great Big World
I'm off into this great big world,
My fortune I will seek,
I've had a look in lots of books,
So I've had a sneaky peek.
I've drummed up courage and I've thought,
"Thats where I want to be"
Somewhere where the sun shines hot,
And they have a bright blue sea.
Now, I've packed my bag with what I need,
For this journey I will take.
All the important things have been packed.
I don't want to make a mistake.
I've said "Goodbye" to everyone,
Had hugs and kisses to.
They've wished me well and said "Have fun"
"Take care in what you do".
I put my coat on my back
Lift my case into my hand.
My journey to see the great big world.
Has surely just began.
And so I turn the handle in the middle of the door.
When I hear a voice behind me say.
"Don't be long, you're only four" !!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 29th April 2009
Between The Covers.
I look at you and wonder, what you hold for me.?
So many thoughts are in my head,
And you can set them free.
I look across at you, as you lie quietly there.
For you have everything, there is nothing to compare.
I've looked in other places, but in the end come back to you.
For you will always help, it's what you're there to do.
How can such a thing often lift my troubled mind?
Lead me to the light so that I may find,
Thoughts that are so comforting and never quite contrary.
Yes, I rely on you my friend,............. my little dictionary!
Copyright Annemari(C)21st May 2009
Our little sledgehammerer
At last the work has started.
To improve part of our home.
That stupid porch built above a well,
Has been given a brand new home.
Our grandson with the might in him,
knocked it down brick by brick.
For a youngster only eight years old.
His precision was mighty slick.
Where did he find that strength
to lift the sledgehammer without a flinch.?
All we know is that he hit it right,
now the porch is down the tip.
The weather to has been kind to us,
though the builder is not too sure.
For while the sun shone bright in the sky.
His back is mighty sore.
Yet when the work is over,
and we can all stand back and stare.
With great pride and much relief,
we'll see the replacement standing there.
Now if you have some brickwork,
that really should come down.
Don't mention it to our grandson,
He's the slickest 'sledgehammer' in town.!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st July 2009
White Chocolate
I hear a certain lass we know,
Has composed a ditty just to show
her love of White Chocolate, she finds so divine.
Well, if ever I'm given any,she's welcome to mine.
White Chocolate!! No thank-you,I can't bear the taste,
Yet,brown I adore and it shows round the waist.
So, I munch on an apple, as I use the P.C.
Hoping one day it will taste like brown chocolate you see.
So, to you all that love chocolate that is ever so white.
You need never fear if you see me in sight.
Your chocolate is safe, enjoy it with glee.
You won't need to share it ever with me.
The trouble with chocolate once on your mind,
It's difficult to shift,then you know you must find,
Something to ease the agony you feel.
That will tide you over until your next meal.
Make up a 'dippy-box' with treats that you like.
Something that tells calories "Go take a hike"
As each day goes by, your body will alter,
So long as your willpower never does falter.
One day you will wake and think 'This isn't me
When I went to bed, there was excess I could see.
But,No!! you were wrong, your willpower won through.
So, that day is the first day of the rest your life just for you.
Now, take heart, Chatelaine, all is not lost.
Think of the money that White Chocolate does cost.
Set it aside, for your new outfit you'll buy.
Lose kilos and gain confidence in all that you try.
Then when you're happy with your figure once more.
Go buy that outfit, try them all in the store.
Tell yourself,"Yes, the new me is here"
Post a 'piccy' to show us, you will hear us all cheer.
Copyright Annemari and Chatelaine (C) 24th June 2009.
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