Bees (English Poems)

Glentanar School Spare the Rod and spoil the child As the twig is bent, so the tree's inclined A child untamed's a child gone wild Clean body and a healthy mind Those were the edicts of the past Who thought their Christian ways would last Forgive then, seventy times and seven For all the Blessed Souls in Heaven Are both forgivers and forgiven And all the Souls on Earth that live Are both forgivers and forgiven In the street of by and bye You arrive at the House of Never Procrastination's the thief of time Go forward like the passing river Let your business not drive thee True and honest, constant be Groaning Pie Groaning pie, groaning pie What else would you chew on when brought to lie In childbed, when you are near breaking in half Groaning pie? Don't make me laugh! Bring on the pethidine, as you flail The epidural, not cakes and ale Not Groaning pie, but gas and air Enough to fly off with the lion's share January 2020 In a far wood a pigeon is cooing in herthroat Spear tips of buds pierce the frosty air The crest of a hill's a black cockscomb of trees A single bramble bush still thinks its summer Six green leaves wag firm against the wind Her nearby brothers hang, diseased and palsied The lemon sun falls on lime green trunks Ferns frozen copper feathershang dejected Shrivelled wings of gorse seeds rattle empty The Dee, wearing black crushed velvet Slides to the sea, watched by a flame bright robin Knobs of fir cones cobble the woodland paths Pines upholdthe pewter bottomed clouds The creak of trees is the world in its axis turning Left at Travel lodges in Scotland What kind of things might a traveller forget? Pheasants, a large Nessie birthday cake A lucky penny, a Hornby train set A diamond ring of some chic coquette? A case of red wine your thirst to slake The Vertu phone of some baronet? Louis Vuitton briefcase, left by a vet? A tartan print sari, left by mistake A Joyce Young wedding dress, fine's you'd get Cartier rings, some bride would regret Necklace of £50 notes, not fake Mcwilliam's bagpipes, a perfect set Golf Clubs, recipes, house maquette Bottles of highland air. Don't shake! A heather bouquet, each fine florette A new range rover…not some baguette A mother-in-law for Heaven's sake! Business papers from Jane or Jake When you visit a hotel, before you jet Off, only bin empties or a gazette! The Keeper of the Clock My father kept on time each family clock; I loved to hear the parlour ticker chime My life was measured out, tick tock, tick tock I am the child of very punctual stock Hard on the dot of seven was my bedtime My life was measured out, tick tock, tick tock My bedside clock was shrill's a farmyard cock: With sleepy eyes, out from my bed I'd climb My life was measured out, tick tock, tick tock Hours, minutes, seconds, each a building block My father wound them, every one he'd prime My life was measured out, tick tock, tick tock His death was sudden, a world shattering shock, The heart ripped from the house, a mortal crime My life still measured out, tick tock, tick tock Within a week, I'd overwound each lock The clocks stopped dead, obeyed no will of mine Quite soon I'll hear the scytheman's chillyknock My life near measured out, tick tock, tick tock A young lady who came from Monquitter A young lady who came from Monquitter Took a job as a pig's babysitter When it keeched on the floor, as she walked out the door She said Pigs are best stuffed in a fritter A very fat girl from Loch Ness A very fat girl from Loch Ness Was astonished to be in the press When she swam near the shore She heard journalists roar ‘My God, Nessie's wearing a dress! '