Oh where. oh where....

Oh, Where Oh, Where...

 I’ll open a drawer and what do I see?

Lots of odd socks and they’re laughing at me.

I’ll try to sort them but it takes all day -

There’s just got to be an easier way.

Oh, where oh, where can their partners be?

Under the bed there’s another three.

The washer’s devoured them - it must be so.

Or up the Hoover they surely do go.

Looks like I could easily fill a box

Right to the top with all these odd socks.

There’s long ones and short ones, old and new

It’s all too much like hard work for me – phew!

There’s striped ones, spotty ones, red and green

But matching pairs are nowhere to be seen.

All day long I’ll toil and then soon it’s night -

Next time I buy socks they are gonna be white!

 

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Under the Stairs

Under the Stairs

Cold is the night when the warning sounds

That dreaded wail which rouses us from sleep.

We grab warm blankets, a good book perhaps

And a flask - no time for anything else.

Tonight Grandma refuses to get up.

'I'll die in the comfort of my own bed'

She growls, as the Heinkels fly high above,

Homing in on our city by the sea.

We hesitate, too late now to reach the shelter.

Huddling under the stairs we begin to pray

To God or any deity who cares to listen.

The drone of the bombers grows nearer,

A hideous cacophony echoing overhead.

As these cruel machines of war invade our shore

We wait patiently for the all clear.

Shrugging our shoulders and shaking our heads

We wonder what horrors will assault us

As dawn breaks over our fair city.

Dad pushes the stair cupboard outwards

And everything in the house looks normal

A friend bangs abruptly on the front door.

'Thank god you were under the stairs she cries,

Hugging me closely.'The shelter was hit...

Eleven people in the street are dead.'

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Sands of Sentiment

Sands of Sentiment

Come walk a golden mile with me
And gaze upon a sunlit sea;
We'll search for shells along the shore
And I'll love you forever more.


We'll jump the waves and splash about
The sands of time are running out;
When walls and distance separate
Though loving you will be my fate.


We'll stroll across the sandy bay
The sea is calling you today
Things anew we'll soon discover
Here I know, we could be lovers.


Don't run and hide - he can't follow
You're still safe until tomorrow
Then going back will test our love
And I will pray to God above.


Don't you forget when you were free,
You walked a golden mile with me.
Those times are gone and now it's sad;
Did we cherish what we once had?

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