I wish you that, during your full days,
you'll take sufficient time to stop a while,
a dodo-like relaxation,
good health because you keep mobile,
somebody to dance with,
a bit of adventure
and a positive outlook
and lots of happiness.
May you always have love to share,
good health and attentive friends.
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Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eyes kin knot sea.
..........
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say.
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
..........
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long.
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
..........
Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am shore your please two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew!
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This poem, was written in 1939 following the outbreak of World War II by Capt Denis Lisney a young army officer. The oriiginal copy was given to me to keep and was inscribed as follows:
Dated 9.2.79
To my darling Frances, from Den.
ex Capt of Infantry Leicester Regiment
ex Deputy Commissioner N.W. Europe
The Barracks - Leicester Oct. 39
If I could wake, and find
That dreams are real.
The littleness of years has past
Each pleasured hour has paid its due
Each ecstasy has cast its shadow
The debt is paid in full.
The peace of meadows springing green.
A running brook that trickles by, unseen
The peace of seeing cattle pass
The peace of Summers swaying grass
The careless joy of living
The sweet sorrow of forgiving
All these are gone.
And now my heart is dead
Nearly 40 years on Den also wrote the following poem.
The inscription reads: For Darling Frances, Alan and David
This is to welcome home
the nicest girl I
Have ever known.
Plump sometimes
Slim at others
Always elegant
Councillor in Leicestershire.
The Best.
The Test was won.
Good husband.
Wonderful Son.
Such as we are, we
are and always will be
One.
and of course Dear Old Pat
Dated: 2nd Dec '76
Den has since passed away.
(Pat was Den's son who was tragically killed in a head on car collision in June 1976)
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We used to live on a street of all terraced houses called Oxford street in the suburb of Bulwell in Nottingham , and this is a poem that my wife wrote about the dogs on the street using the names that they were called.
I hope you all like reading it, and that others of you will join in and send in pieces to the Webmaster that everyone can enjoy looking at, poems, short précis of your life, strange or funny things that have happened to you, in fact just about anything that others may find interesting. Please participate as that will make PLUGIT very much more a social group as well as a learning group than it is now.
Yours sincerely Mr A J Eaton (Jim)
Canine Court
Doggies all shapes and sizes brown and black and white
Are joining in the courtyard for there has been a fight
There was Billie and old Butch, Sandy, Tommy, Sparkie too,
Johonno brought some old pals these we never knew,
Alsatian Rocky is the judge for you he is the boss
Spaniel’s in the witness box and couldn’t care a toss,
Hound with tail between his legs he strolled in the door
He really thought old spaniel would be his friend no more,
Rocky then barked quiet now let us all begin
The two dogs here have trouble one is guilty of the sin,
Spaniel swear to me today and swear upon your oath
The evidence you give to me to all you do betroth,
Hound rose up to have his say guilty I am not
Spaniels the one in wrong the bone he took the lot,
Rocky said sit down hound we’ll call upon you next
Please don’t cause disturbances or I’ll get very vexed,
Spaniel give your story why you and Tommy fought
Well it’s like this Rocky hound was my friend I thought
My Master took me walking to the Butchers we did roam
Tommy was not far behind he followed to my home,
I went in to the garden and under the willow tree
I dug this hole, put in the bone the Butcher gave to me,
On Friday night, and very late I sat in the window bay
Tommy came dug up my bone and he got clear away,
Next day I saw him in the town my teeth were showing bare
I had this fight with Tommy as I didn’t think it fair,
But Tommy is a strong dog and he fought back on me
He made me bleed; he broke my paw as all of you can see,
Step down Charlie Rocky said go back into your place
He looked down at Tommy a scowl upon his face,
Tommy looked at Rocky and you tell it fair,
Look everyone said Tommy, Charlie was me mate
I’ve had lots of juicy bones we’ve shared them at the gate,
But Charlie can be greedy I’ve often had to shout
But greed did get the better of him and he left me out,
Charlie stood up from his place and he shouted loud
Tommy I’m not greedy there was uproar in the crowd,
Rocky shouted Charlie you’ve had your turn you know
One more interruption and through the gate you’ll go,
Poor Charlie he just sat there put his face upon his chest
What can I do thought Charlie they all think I’m the pest,
Tommy looked at Rocky shall I carry on or what
Yes, yes said Rocky sternly tell us all the lot,
Well it’s like this said Tommy as I said before
Whatever you give Charlie, He’s always after more,
When I saw him in the town his teeth were showing white
His back was hunched he growled, and started up the fight
I do admit I took the bone but it wasn’t just for me
But to teach Charlie a lesson it’s back under the willow tree,
Charlie looked at Tommy and on his face was sorrow
Would they make it up today and walk the streets tomorrow
Rocky said to all the dogs the out come it must be
There both guilty of the fact, So today I’ll set them free,
As it’s their first time here Tommy, Charlie, I’ll be fair
If you cause trouble any more again you will appear
Now both of you can go but heed my warning when I say
You’ve got off very lightly next time you’ll have to pay,
Charlie with tail between his legs then walked out of the door
As he though old Tommy would be his friend no more,
Tommy barked wait Charlie your mate I want to be
I have another bone outside that you can share with me,
Alas the day is over happiness the pair have found
This was the trial of the dogs the Spaniel and the Hound.
WRITTEN BY MRS LILLIAN JUNE EATON
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Who can I turn to, What do I do
My life’s now in tatters
My heart’s broken too
Who can I trust, Who is my mate
Where’s my life heading
What is my fate?
I want to tell someone, I need you my dear
I need your respect
I’m living in fear
Life’s not worth living
In this moment in time
I need a good pal
Someone all mine
I walk the highway, With my head high
People pass by me
I just want to cry
But I smile, and wish them good day
These aren’t the words
I want to say
They don’t see the heartache
I have within
Where do I find you friend
Where do I begin
One day you’ll be there
And me for you
When we’ll be the best friends
Ever and true.
Written by Mrs L J Eaton
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Bingo is a lot of fun
But a pricey game
You try so hard to win a line
Then find its all in vain,
Number ten then number two
Eight and twelve are next
You just wanted number five
And you get very vexed,
Again you want one number
Some one shouts here y’ar
All you hopes and dreams have gone
That game is done ta-rah
The jackpots being called now
Your heart begins to race
That silly woman she would shout
You look and pull a face,
The last game now is starting
All heads are down within
Your numbers come up very quick
At last you’ve got a win.
Written by Mrs L J Eaton
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Submitted by Audrey Clements
A friend wrote – in verse – to tell me of her memory lapses etc., since turning 70.
I wrote back to reassure her...........
I loved your poem
I laughed and laughed,
Because you see
I'm just as daft!
..........
I ring my sister with a worry,
She dreads to hear my tone,
Then later on I have to ask-
"Edith- why did I phone?"
..........
I make a drink then wander off,
The sheets and towels to fold,
I deviate from this to that
Then find my tea - stone cold
..........
My hearing aids don't always work,
Not even turned up high;
When Bert shouts "Audrey time to go"!
I shout back "So am I"
..........
My son tells me I never listen,
I only hear instead
I tell him "Don't be silly Keith",
Then ask him what he said.
..........
I send the news to Julie,
Lots more than just a page;
If you've heard it all before love
I'm sorry, it's old age!
..........
I talk to Gill about our visit,
And the lovely time we've spent,
I know we've been but don't recall
Just when it was we went!
..........
Sometimes in conversation,
In confusion I am sat;
What? when? and why? until Keith cries-
"Wake up you daft old bat!"
..........
My husband and my sister,
Their memories have gone too,
And someone else is just as bad -
I can't remember who.
..........
But though my family tease me,
And infer I've lost a link,
I love them very dearly,
And they love me - I think ?
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