Tuesday, 6 March 2012


Magpie 107

 He painted my portrait, did Paul,
And boy, did my pride take a fall!
I’ve either changed sex,
Or I need some new specs
‘Coz it doesn’t look like me at all.

Monday, 5 March 2012

MAGPIE 107


Magpie 107

 He painted my portrait, did Paul,
And boy, did my pride take a fall!
I’ve either changed sex,
Or I need some new specs
‘Coz it doesn’t look like me at all.

(Sorry, I couldn't save the picture.)

Sunday, 26 February 2012

MAGPIE TALES 106




                                                                  
DREAMS OF BUYING SOUP

I wonder now, soup
Does one eat it or drink it?
Peculiar thought, but
I so often think it.
Does one eat it like food?
Does one drink it like squash?
Am I crouching or kneeling,
Or shrunk in the wash?


Wednesday, 22 February 2012

MAGPIE TALES 105



                                                          
Phone A Rainbow

 Violet, purple and neon green,
Orange and very dark blue,
I can sing a phone box,
Sing a phone box,
And a cycle too.

 Apologies to “The Rainbow Song”, but this one was difficult

Sunday, 12 February 2012

MAGPIE TALES 104

     STUNT FOR CHARITY
With a painted expression
Of absolute bliss,
She lay back on the
Bloke-covered floor,
But later she wished Seb
Would just move his hand,
As her armpit was
Getting quite sore.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

MAGPIE TALES 103

                                                                        


SUBTLE REVENGE
I bought this at a car boot
So slinky, posh and bright
It only cost me fifty P,
I fell for it at sight

 Looks a right treat on me mantle,
With them fingers long and tall,
Underneath my Albert’s photo
Hanging up there on the wall.

  His bit of stuff ‘ad ‘ands like that,
The cow! She fleeced ‘im rotten,
He didn’t think I knew of ‘er,
But no, I’ve not forgotten.

Sunday, 29 January 2012

MAGPIE tALES 102

                                                                      CHILD'S PLAY
              
                                                                 
MAGPIE TALES 102

Red spot, God wot ,
But why not green?
A kid could do this,
It’s obscene.
The kid looked up
replying coyly,
“I did it all….
Except the Doily.”