Every Now and Then

Funny thing about vacations,
As they call them across the Atlantic.
Taking tiny bits of time off makes,
The return to work gigantic.

I’ve just seen an ad for a men’s razor,
With four blades they reckon…
It will give you THE best ever shave.

What next, a twelve blade razor?
Hopefully we’re not forgetting…
All it takes is one decent blade?

Tom Dunne has moved onto a morning show
(Don’t seem so surprised now luvvy!)
He’s left the music show for a chat.
Men are easier on the ear in the morning though,
(Well most, unless they’re your hubby!)
Orla Barry is proof of that.

I used to be very, very cynical -
And dismiss my elders’ advice.
Years later, I accept it’s cyclical -
Things happen, oft not of your choice.

What an album!
Gentle and coarse it’s,
Top class stuff by
Band Of Horses.

I’ve reached the age where everybody,
Seems to be about to have somebody.
Or else has had lots of somebodies,
There’s those who knows, they are somebody.
Or somebody wants to have a body,
They sits beside somebody who can’t have bodies.
There are some who don’t really want a body.
Some others, they can’t stand anybody.
Sometimes it is best not to sit near somebody,
Who think they know the ways of everybody.

That proverb regarding St. Swithin,
Ahem, you’ve got to be kidding.
The roads are flooded,
And all heads hooded,
Days and days with rain unforgiving.

I love Autumn the most, I love the approach.
In August, the shorter evenings encroach.
Then, before you know it, the sprint begins,
September is lurking and sneakily grins.
And leaves on trees recant their sins.
Fruit works harder to fill their skins.
Flies get flightier, stirring fish fins.
One child assumes the energy of twins.
Birds get busier than the busy bees,
Clearing out their young from the trees.
And deep in the earth,
The summer’s simmering,
Has left us with,
Three months of glimmering.