Poems

For lovers of Edward Lear - an update:-

The Return of Owl and the Pussycat
(with apologies to Edward Lear)

The owl and the pussycat sailed back home
In their beautiful pea-green boat.
They’d eaten the honey and lost all the money
Wrapped up in the five pound note.
The owl looked off to the distant east
And sang to the soft guitar,
“Oh horrible pussy, oh pussy you beast,
What a hard wicked pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a hard wicked pussy you are.

Pussy said to the owl “You silly old fowl
How awfully bad you sing.
We’re no longer married. That burden I’ve carried
Has gone, and I’ve sold up the ring.”
So they sailed back fast to their distant past
From the land where the bong tree grows
And tried to forget the snakes and the wet
And the pig with the ring on his nose, his nose, his nose,
And the pig with the ring on his nose.

The pig who was willing to sell for one shilling
His ring, stole their money and ran.
They saw him rush off with the turkey, and scoff,
As the two raced away in a van.
Pussy gobbled the mince and chewed up the quince
And cast off the runcible spoon.
Now she eyed up the owl, that gullible fowl,
As they sailed by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon
As they sailed by the light of the moon.

Adrienne Tinn

 

I used to take almost all of my employees straight from school and this is something that I used to try and instil in all of them. It worked well and a lot of them ended up with their own businesses.



Believe in Yourself

Believe in yourself to the depth of your being;
Nourish the talents your spirit is freeing.

Know in your heart when the going gets slow;
That your faith in yourself will continue to grow.

Don't forfeit ambition when others may doubt,
It's your life to live; you must live it throughout.

Learn from your errors don't dwell in the past;
Never withdraw from a world that is vast.

Believe in yourself, find the best that is you;
Let your spirit prevail, steer a course that is true.


Unknown

 

Further to God.com on page one, this was a comment that someone sent some time ago.

The computer swallowed Diane
Yes, honestly it's true
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view

It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm

I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find

In desperation, I asked Jeeves
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online'

So, if inside your 'Inbox',
Dear Diane you should see,
Please 'Copy', 'Scan' and 'Paste' her
And send her back to me!