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Roadside Diner

This one is the result of various sightings over the years.  When I told one of my friends the title, they were somewhat worried.  After they heard it, they were amused and admitted that it wasn’t what they had expected.  In a good way.  Hope you enjoy it to, please let me know, either in the comments below or through one of the half-dozen other ways of reaching me.


Roadside Diner
Down at the Roadside Diner,
We’ve all you can eat grass and leaves.
For rabbit, mouse, hare and deer,
But please keep near the hedge or the trees.
Down at the Roadside Diner,
Birds can come fill their crops with grit.
We’ve ants galore for green woodpeckers,
But please do try not to get hit.
Else down at the Roadside Diner,
You’ll get a free pass to our Scavengers’ Buffet.
A regularly replenished and varied spread,
Exclusively for red kite, crow, rook, magpie, jay…
Here at the Roadside Diner,
We’re proud of our all-natural food.
But must apologise for the noisy neighbours,
Their disturbing your meal is so terribly rude.




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Don’t Drive So Close to Me

Two weeks ago, I had my first proper car accident (we’re not counting the incident with the armchair, that was being hit by debris).  This lead to my first ride in an ambulance (a precaution, I’m fine) and various other things.  My little Honda almost got written off, but thankfully I have her back and repaired already.  It also lead to my first new poem in a few weeks, and first new post in just as long.  A certain Police song might pop in to your head as you read it, it was stuck in mine as I wrote it.  Enjoy!

Don’t Drive So Close to Me
Your lights are dazzling in my mirror,
Don’t drive so close to me.
Now I can read your number plate,
Don’t drive so close to me.
I’m not going to let you push me,
So don’t drive so close to me.
There’s a roundabout here, I’m slowing,
Don’t drive so close to me.
There’s another car coming round,
Don’t drive so close to me.
I have to stop, please see my brakes,
Don’t drive so close to me.
There’s a thud and a jolt,
You drove your car right in to me.
Here’s the police and an ambulance,
Because you drove too close to me.
So here I am being taken to A&E,
I said don’t drive so close to me.
My car is battered but yours hasn’t a scratch,
A Jazz and a Defender shouldn’t drive so closely.


Posted in this week’s Poetry Pantry over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/07/poetry-pantry-157.html


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Time for a video

Plenty of ideas this week, but none which finalised themselves in time, I should have something for tomorrow though.  I make up for the lack of post, here’s a video taken this past Monday at the open mic session I attend.  I’m reading ‘All Girls Dream of Ponies’.


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All Girls Dream of Ponies

I’ve been mulling this idea over for some time (at least two years).  As my parents can testify, I was one of those little girls who every year would ask for riding lessons/a pony for my birthday.  I had umpteen horses of the toy and imaginary variety when I was little, and still really really want riding lessons.  Most of my peers were also in to horses when they were little, and various friends have little girls, who also quite like the idea of having a pony.  I got the title stuck in my head one day whilst driving, and have been worrying away at it ever since.

Please, as always, let me know what you think.  I’ll promise to try and learn from your feedback to bring you what you’ll enjoy.

All Girls Dream of Ponies
As a child I dreamt of a pony,
A valiant companion of my own.
Though many years have now passed,
That’s one dream I’ve still not out grown.
My pony would be something special,
A stallion wild and free.
Intelligent, fearless and powerful,
No one could tame him but me.
I grew older and my dream grew too,
Now a horse was my heart’s desire.
Or at least some riding lessons,
Start small and work my way higher.
Time moved on as did my dream,
Then came lessons and seeking a steed.
As soon as I saw her at the dealers,
To search further there was no need.
But I didn’t choose her, she chose me,
Like my very own Bumblebee.
Only we hadn’t just bought a horse,
But rather somewhere around thirty.
Shod in rubber and metallic of coat,
My first car, a Corsa type B.
No wild stallion for me,
She was more of a solid plodder.
But she was mine and we were free,
Well, so long as mum didn’t need her.
We toured the country up and down,
Even a little left to right.
Adventures we had along the way,
Both by day and night.
Road trips were made,
And mountains crossed.
New routes discovered,
But we were never lost.
But all things must come to an end,
My dear Bumblebee was ailing.
The final straw came whilst cornering,
And with the clutch cable failing.
A difficult call I had to make,
Replacing her that very same day.
The next day saw the end of the era,
When scrap-man came to take her away.
From a Bumblebee I had progressed,
To my very own blue TARDIS.
But through her ran eighty horses,
Not the time vortex and Idris.
New lands we went to with new friends,
And new adventures did we have there.
But my equine dream has still not gone,
When driving the two I often compare.
My TARDIS is a lovely car,
And my right foot enjoys having power.
She’s almost big enough to live in,
Just not sure where you’d fit a shower.
But I still dream of my wild stallion,
Even know what his name will be.
Glossy black with a splash of red,
My Honda Civic, Type R GT.

Posted in this week’s Poets United Poetry Pantry (#138) over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/


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