An Old Joke, Told in Rhyme!

The teacher had asked her class to compose
A sentence with 'fascinate' in it.
Little Johnny Green, right at the back
Had his hand up in a minute!
As no other child had responded so fast
She chose him from those in attendance,
And after she'd taken a long, deep breath,
Said 'Johnny, let's hear your sentence! '
He cleared his throat, then, in a loud voice
Our hero began to relate:
'My pregnant mum's got a coat with nine buttons -
But she can only 'fascinate'! '

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Raise a Glass at Christmas!

Here's a special toast to my family and friends.
My chance to wish you good cheer.
Here's hoping your wishes and dreams all come true
At this magical time of the year.

Here's to the memory of loved ones we've lost,
And those who are far, far away.
Here's to keeping the spirit of Christmas alive
And maintaining it, day after day.

Here's to fun, love and laughter the whole year through.
May your hearts be filled with delight.
Here's to fond celebrations with those you hold dear
And a future that's happy and bright.

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Flight of Fancy

Our sofa was a spaceship.
We soared between the stars
Visiting distant planets
Like Jupiter and Mars.

My brother and I were astronauts
Dad was Chief Engineer
He'd power up the engines
Then through the heavens we'd steer.

We followed a passing comet,
Met some little green men,
Went to the edge of the universe
And all the way back again.

We travelled across the galaxy
Passed the Milky Way.
Even took tea with the Man in the Moon
And all in just one day!

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Possibilities

What lies in store for you, my love?
What does the future hold?
Will you be learned and wise, my love?
Will you do brave deeds and bold?

Will you be a teacher, my love -
Young minds to nurture and guide?
Will you take to the law, my love
And over a courtroom preside?

Will you take to the sea, my love,
Seek out far, distant lands?
Will medicine be thy calling, love,
Healing power in your hands?

Whatever fate may bring, my love,
Of this you can be sure,
You will make me oh, so proud, my love,
For nothing can obscure
The bond twixt mother and child, my love.

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Whatever Happened to Gratitude?

Whatever happened to gratitude?
Is it dead, or just taking a break?
Could somebody tell me why 'Thank you'
Is so hard a gesture to make?

When someone does you a favour,
Without thought of personal gain,
Are those two simple words too demanding?
Does it bring about physical pain?

I was taught to treat others with courtesy,
To be civil, respectful, and warm.
A casual 'Cheers, mate' was frowned on.
That would have been judged as bad form.

'Cheers' is what you say at a toast!
As a platitude it sounds insincere!
If you're grateful for kindnesses given,
Say 'Thanks' and you're debt will be clear! ! ! !

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Compliments of the Season

As the yuletide season nears
I thought I'd take the time
To send a greeting to you all
And compose this little rhyme.

I've racked my brains for something new
To say that won't sound trite,
But everything's been done to death.
I just can't get it right!

Like 'Wish you well on this Noel'
Or 'Have a Cool Yule! '
Or 'Hark! The merry yuletide bell! '
(Oh! Come on! Think, you fool!)

I guess I'll have to face the facts
It's an impossible mission.
And after all, it's Christmas time!
So why break with tradition?

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A Glutton's Lament

Why did I have that last slice of cake
When I'd already eaten enough?
I'm doubled up now with acute tummy ache
And I'm feeling so horribly rough!

Why, when I'd had much more than my share
Did I wolf down that trifle so quick?
I'd eaten my meal, and the leftovers there.
Now I'm think that I'm gonna be sick!

Why, oh why, did I have treacle tart
With custard piled on inches high!
It feels like my abdomen's coming apart
And I'm sure that I'm going to die! ! !

Was it only last week that I said I would quit:
I'd give up the binge-ing and diet?
Well, I'm going to start now, to get myself fit! !

Yes,

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Shall I Tell You A Story?

Shall I tell you a story about a mouse
That lived in the wall of a very old house?
He dined on scraps that fell from the table
And dodged the cat whenever he was able.

Shall I tell you a story about a cat
Who sat by the fire, on a lovely warm mat?
He'd prowl the house with a haughty strut,
But would stay out of range of the yapping mutt!

Shall I tell you a story about a pup,
Who next to his master's feet would curl up?
A more faithful friend you never will see.
His name 'True Blue' fits him to a tee!

Shall I tell you a story about a man
Who muddles along the best that he can,
With his dog, and his cat, and even the mouse?
Contented, they stay in that ramshackle house.

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I Am......Therefore, I Feel! !

I am a child, lost in a strange and frightening world,
A refugee in a time of trouble.
I gaze upon the faces in a hostile crowd:
An orphan, whose home is a pile of rubble.

See me!

I am the victim of habitual abuse, crying for help
Though there's no-one to hear.
I cry myself to sleep each night
But can find no help or solace here.

Hear me!

I am the invisible person, unnoticed, unloved
Never showing the pain inside
Of having no-one there to come home to.
You'll never know the tears I've cried.

Touch me!

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Words Fail Me! ! !

I'm waiting for a spark of inspiration
To set my willing hands to tapping keys,
But all I feel is anger and frustration.
I might as well be typing in Chinese.

I've been here hours and still I have no inkling
How to pull the words out of my head.
The stars outside my room are softly twinkling,
And soon I'll have to drag myself to bed.

I cannot seem to form the simplest phrasing,
Let alone the tempo and the rhyme.
I think I might as well try crystal-gazing!
It all seems such a total waste of time!

Oh, well! I'll just give up and go to sleep now.
My pillow calls and I cannot resist.
Sleep's soothing hand feels cool upon my fevered brow,
And there's nothing more to do now but...desist!

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