It’s been far too long since I’ve inflicted some terrible poetry on you. Just like my baking and my terrible Yorkshire jokes – YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT 💓. So here goes then, but wait….. the last time I did one of these, it was pointed out that I couldn’t write these without having a go at the Government. As we know having a pop at The Government can be fun. But it can also be just a little grinding. So this is a politics lite poem (honest, well I might have accidentally slipped in one subliminal message, can you spot it…..). Remember I’m not very good at this sort of thing. If you want brilliant poetry then look away and certainly look at the wonderful sites out there. I follow so many and they never fail to take my breath away with how good their work is. These are brilliant sites for a starter.
Tina (Pippi’s Poetry)
So here goes let’s make it terrible…….
Basking in a garden full of weeds
One which requires no expensive seeds
Requiring absolutely no tiring weeding
It’s good on the knees with 100% chance of succeeding
Such a source of endless colours
Just perfect for my crappy watercolours
Oh I hear you shout, I didn’t know you could paint
He is that good I could be paintings patron saint
Should see the mess I made of son’s bedroom wall
One would think I did it after a hefty pub crawl
No painting is not my thing, weeds are what I excel in
It’s as natural to me as having a hairy double chin
So why don’t you venture with me into my overgrown garden
A special place which is great at capturing that pesky carbon
Please bring your own cakes as mine might make you unwell
Really bring your own as my cakes are as hard as a bombshell
And we can have a drink you can comfortably settle
Then watch me get stung by that pesky little nettle
****** as pointed out I can’t spell Johnson – makes it even more terrible and clearly indicates my inability to write English.