Tag: Poetry
Mary Nightingale’s Hair – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
I think it’s bemusing and so unfair,
that Mary Nightingale, has such good hair.
At six thirty on the evening news,
she smiles, then reads her autocue.
There’s...
Confusion – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
Almost seven, on a Sunda’,
Settle down, to watch TV with wonder,
The words of wisdom, floating on the breeze,
But I can’t seem to see the...
We ‘R’ Family – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
Every day I learn something new,
That rattles round in my head,
The words - they’re not misconstrued -
Instead of prayers, they’re said in bed.
Stay home...
Comprehension – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
The birds don’t know what’s going on,
They fly about, both high and low,
Undeterred, chorusing songs,
The blackbird, sparrows and even the crow.
The music builds up...
Right on Queue
I know how to queue, much better than you,
I’ve stood on the round red spot,
that’s stuck on the ground like a huge tattoo
outside the...
See of Glass – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
My green box was out by 7am,
I struggled with the weight,
About 8 o’clock the collectors came,
Which I thought was really great.
Once back inside with...
All Gone – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
The toy box hasn’t been opened,
Her highchair is aimless and sad,
The stair gates swing with no purpose,
I don’t have to hide my IPad!
No tiny...
Staying Inn – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
The pubs won’t open ‘till Christmas,
It’s true, we’ve just been told,
It’s definitely not fictitious,
As it was said by Michael Gove!
So, here we are, safe...
Nice Advice – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
Bake banana bread, they said,
Use up your store cupboard goods,
Learn a language, while making the bed,
After having one walk in the wood.
Clean out your...
One Potato, Two Potato – Poem By Lorraine Weightman
Thinking I was really good,
I went and bought a sack of spuds,
To feed myself and mine alone,
While we hibernate at home.
Day 1, I roasted...
