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Oh Granny your so nice i hope FF reads this i`ll text it to him and your right he will be missed such a shame

FF cant read this June as he is no longer a member see Marks posting in that thread

oh right ok thanks

What the hell is going on? I DEMAND you comeback to wiki FF. I have enjoyed ALL your posts. Someone must own up for causing your resignation.
PLEASE please come back.

The elephant is a funny bird
it flits from bough to bough.
It builds its' nest in a rhubarb tree
and whistles like a cow.

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The spring is sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is?
Some say da boid is on the wing
But that is wrong
The wing is on da boid.


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My dear old dad tought me these many, many years ago. I have passed them on to my grandkids and now to you all. Aren't they silly?

fireman fil resigned, he was not kicked off in anyway.
Nothing to stop him coming back on to wiki as himself or under another name

Woodley, how quaint is that? My dad also used to recite it. Thanks for reminding me.

HA LOL Granny they are great it`s funny how you remember little things like that and they stay in your mind forever :)thanks for putting these on June

'The Wanderer'

I had a littled dream last night,
The wanderer came back,
With poems fit for everyone
And jokes Fil’led up his pack.

It seemed like forty days and nights
Since going to pastures new;
Maybe he had seen the light
And knew our dreams were true.

Whilst drifting clouds did linger,
That voice, I heard again;
And then it said “ hold on my friend,
He’s just got on the train”.

Here's one for a cold night!

JACK

Ding Dong bells and green holly bowers,
Twinkling stars in midnight hours,
Mistletoe wings with berries of white,
Scarcely noticed, this cold, fairy night.

Changing of season, changes of dress,
Summer has gone, pastel shades less,
Wavy edged wings like skeleton leaves,
Long gowns of gauze hide them in trees.

Goblins and Elves and Pixies and Gnomes,
Poke their heads out of their quaint little homes.
The man in the moon smiles down with a grin,
Peeping through trees, calls "Anyone In?"

Babbling brooks now silenced and still,
Jack cast his frost from the top of the hill,
An old fishing gnome is frozen like stone,
Rod in his hand, he sits all alone.

Heads that get cold at the drop of a hat,
Are covered with feathers from Grandma's old mat.
Spidery webs getting tangled in hair,
Icicle winds freeze the damp in the air.

Then dancing along on the pathway tonight,
Come four Forest Fairies and a wee Sprite.
Carrying lanterns with comforting glow,
To hide from the cold, they know where to go.

A hush once again has returned to the woods,
Winter is here, snowmen in hoods,
No whispering words from folk underground,
And there they will stay, ‘til spring comes around.

©Oct.2007

Free Poetry workshop this Sunday at New Ferry Butterfly Parks new empty shop. The Comma Project.

Eco-poetry after a guided tour of the park and how to write Haiku poems.
Sunday 15th April 11am-4pm Booking essential.

For details see: https://www.facebook.com/NewFerryButterflyPark or email [email protected]

Thanks Artymum.
would you be intrested granny?
Maybe Tranquil would like this sort of thing as well

haha that was funny nice 1

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