Monthly Archives: March 2014

AND WHO IS LIZ?

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Today is my sister’s birthday. She hates birds, but I knew she’d laugh at the card I sent her, part of which showed a parrot perching on the birthday girl’s knee.

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AND ON MY BIRTHDAY….

I’ve opened a bottle,

A quite lively fizz,

And I’ll share with my parrot,

The wonderful Liz.

 

I confess in my youth

I was startled by birds,

Their beaks and their feathers,

And their splattering turds..

 

But now that I’m older,

It’s really a breeze,

To let lovely Lizzie

Sink claws in my knees

 

She knows it’s my birthday,

I’ve taught her the tune,

She’s about to start singing

In this candle lit room.

 

She’s squawking so loudly,

Happy Birthday, she caws,

Whilst she flutters her feathers

In a birdy applause.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A WALK IN THE PARK

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An old friend of mine achieved a milestone birthday a few days ago. He’s in Canada, so I couldn’t make the trip. This is what I wrote for him:

A WALK IN THE PARK

What shall I wear for my party?

My shirt with the brightest of stripes?

Or shall I dress more subdued –

In manner and mood –

And go for the dimmest of lights?

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Shall I manage to stay very sober

Or give way to a dozen pink gins?

Shall I fear that my pleasures are over –

Or announce that the fun just begins?

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What shall I say to my family?

I fear I may stumble, or weep,

But I know that they think I’m amazing

And won’t chide if I fail to speak.

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I know that I’ll think about Mother –

Her hats with the feathers and veils,

And I’ll wish that she’d ghost at my party,

As I’m spinning my jokes and my tales.

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I know that they’ll sing Happy Birthday,

As the candles all glow in the dark,

And I’ll say that I’m glad I’ve been given

A life that’s a walk in the park!

 

He said it was a lovely poem. He especially liked the reference to his Mother who was a very glamorous milliner in her day!