Living in Worthing we have had a company digging up our roads to give us new plastic gas pipes and this has caused me to write this silly little verse.
Today the corner of our street sprouted another barrier
They’re such a pretty apple green but make the road much narrower
Behind this simple plastic fence are tunnels deep and wide
And showing, when the digger’s gone, bright yellow pipes inside.
For every road in our fine town has gas pipes to replace-
The pavement’s blocked and little signs warn people there’s no space.
The cones, like sentries, guard the holes and keep the cars away
How glad I’ll be when they’ve moved on, leaving the pavements grey.
The patchwork footpath now looks odd but maybe it is good-
Pink paving stones can crack and lift – and it is time we should
Be grateful to the company for making it all neater
As long as it does not demand we have a new Smart meter!
Well, last night we recorded all the voices for our Christmas pantomime. I was so impressed. Many of the characters had obviously thought more about their parts and improved them since the rehearsal. It came out far more dramatic and we remembered to be the audience when required. The pleased faces when we finished told their own story.
The technical team will now add sound effects and it should go out in early December. I didn’t realise how much I would enjoy being a producer. I was even laughing at my own jokes and I’d heard them plenty of times before!
Now to make the folk club members laugh tonight. I’m going to read some humorous verses in an accent I still have to master. Sorry there’s no picture. I’m concentrating on audio and I forget the visual!
Public speaking is almost as enjoyable as writing. Having been a schoolteacher I don’t get nervous talking to a crowd and I get a real kick out of hearing people laugh.
I have just had my second booking for 2018 and hope to find more readers for my books. I am reluctant to book evening meetings now but all days up to September except Thursdays and Fridays are free at present – until I book a holiday! Luckily I have just ordered some more copies of the poetry anthology and am planning to get some more bookmarks. The first 100 copies of “Reflections, Then and Now,” will not last until Christmas as we are taking them away for a weekend where the folk know us and usually support our writing.
I have a talking spot in the Southern Bookshow planned for March and I am planning a topic that others may not use. ( With a plan B in case that doesn’t work!)
We are down to the last fifteen of “Reflections,”with orders still coming in. Maybe I ought to concentrate on writing and publishing poetry instead of trying to learn script writing. I was worried about not having an ISBN number but selling person to person seems to be my forte.
May be off line for a while soon. Trying to write a short story but the plot is sliding away from me because it is based on fact. Some people can mix the two but I find it almost impossible. ( Except in ” A Lesson for the Teacher”) Booking up for a book fair in March – had to buy a new diary!
Some poems cry out to be read aloud while others are just for private consumption. Our poetry anthology has both and I had the pleasure of reading out a couple last night at the Willows folk club in Arundel. This time I read one by our friend Bryan as that was more likely to make people laugh and it did. I get a real kick out of making people laugh. I can see why comedians enjoy their job.
I bought a copy of Pam Ayres’ verses from a charity stall last month and found a new favourite. Although I like “I wish I’d looked after me teeth,” there’s one entitled “Heaps of Stuff” which is so true I feel I want to find somewhere to recite it, just to get a reaction! Mind you, I can’t do that lovely accent so it might not be so successful.
The book is “The Works” selected poems, and the quality varies so I won’t do a review.She said herself her verses were written to be spoken out loud and she sounds great performing them.
I did it again! Trying to find who posted a ‘like’ for my poem I clicked ‘like’ by mistake. I must be getting tired.To make up for it I’ll try to find a picture.
THE BIRD HOUSE
Ripe ivy climbs the garden wall, green flower fingers bunched, berry-like.
A wooden bird house by the gate waiting for pigeon, robin, magpie,
Each morning filled with corn and seed, a tasty breakfast for all to feed.
A squirrel leaps from garage roof, sits, grey tail aloft, to choose and chew.
The busy sparrows wait their turn in thorny bush – their hiding place.
When large birds leave they nip inside, pecking and picking, then flit away.
A mouse finally tries his luck but there’s nothing left in the bird house.