Crow

Veiled in black, glossed with blue,
It turns its head, to fix its view.
Why does it stare at people so?
It’s curious and wants to know,
Just why we also stand and stare,
As other birds avoid its glare.

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2012

The Places They’ll Go

The places they’ll go

The wedding day is taking place,
The couple now come face to face.
Their vows to take, their song to sing,
Each now waits to place the ring.
To place the ring that binds their love,
Their marriage blessed by God above.
The journey now with two not one,
A special friendship now begun.
No end to what they can achieve,
‘The places they’ll go – You wouldn’t believe’.

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2011

Christmas 2011

Christmas 2011

This year Santa will be greatly pushed to meet demands,
He’s got to make some cutbacks and he can’t tell where he stands.
The tax on overtime’s gone up for all his worker Elves,
The Christmas gifts aren’t in the sacks, they’re all still on the shelves.

The ‘Sleigh Tax’ that they’ve just brought in means less time in the sky,
And flight control can’t guarantee a slot to let him fly.
A bill for an outstanding fine, says payment’s overdue,
Last year he couldn’t find a bin to put the reindeer poo.

Mrs Christmas had enough and left him for a Gnome,
She cleaned him out financially; an igloo’s now his home.
The Councils have decided he should pay a parking fee,
But his reaction to the news was bloody hell f*** me.

His outburst was perceived to be un-Christmas-like and rude,
There’s now a chance his Christmas licence may not be renewed.
His pension’s non-existent and his pay is just a joke,
He’d be better off on benefits and wouldn’t be so broke.

Santa Claus and his disgruntled crew all feel alike,
This Christmas day is cancelled as they’ll all be out on strike.

Ho Ho Ho
© Yvonne Nowakowski 2011

Groundhog Halloween Night (Or not)

The night is dark, the moon is full,
I sit there waiting fearfully.
There is a knock, is someone there?
Should I dare to go and see?
The dog is hovering by the door,
And bravely barks with all his might.
Until he sees the ghosts and ghouls,
He yelps and disappears from sight.

If you want ghosts and ghoulies a-knocking at your door
Then give them sweets and chocolate and they’ll come back for more

It’s creepy it’s scary it’s Halloween,
The Pumpkins flicker in the night.
‘Trick or treat’ they chime together,
Witches and Zombies a grizzly sight.
Bat like creatures floating by,
All flocking to our doors to feast.
With body bags slung round their necks,
To feed until the night has ceased.

If you like ghosts and ghoulies a-knocking at your door
Then give them all your money and they’ll be back for sure

I throw a white sheet over me,
And pour some red wine right on top.
I slip some false fangs in my mouth,
Then don a black wig for my mop.
A dagger in my side looks good
I open up the door to play
I can’t however understand
What’s made them scream and run away

If you don’t want the ghoulies a-knocking at your door
Then dress up really scary and they’ll run away for sure.

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2011

Economy Royal Wedding

Economy Royal Wedding

The royal wedding this time is being paid for by the Queen,
To cut costs even furthers she’s gone halves with Hello Magazine.
Well that takes care of photos and should give them great esteem,
But it doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll all go like a dream….

Although the organizers think they have it all in hand,
Imagine if the big day doesn’t go quite as they planned.
William’s still hung-over from his madcap bachelor do,
He’s woken up to find he’s not in England, but Peru.

Kate is flabbergasted that she has put on a pound,
The skin tight dress she ordered will not stretch the whole way round.
Her majesty is wearing an ensemble all in blue,
But oh! another guest has on that very same dress too.

Camilla gasps and keeps her coat on, sweating like a pig,
She gets her hip flask out and takes a great big gulping swig.
Beatrice is not happy as her hair still looks a mess,
And swans off to the vestry where she’s hiding from the press.

Zara’s turned up for the wedding with her guest of course,
But she’s not brought fiancé Mike, she’s gone and brought her horse.
Harry’s there and Chelsea too, they say that they’re apart,
But when she looks at him she just can’t stop her beating heart.

Charles has sneaked an advert in for his organic jam,
And now the wedding won’t be filmed because it’s full of spam.
The bride and groom are ready now to say the words ‘I do’,
But then there is a cry from Chelsea ‘marry us please too’.

The Queen is grinning widely at what Chelsea has just done,
As now it seems she’s got two weddings for the price of one.

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2011

Friend

Friend

 

A friend is someone who is always around,

Someone who helps keep your feet on the ground.

Someone who likes you when you’re not so nice,

Someone who’ll help you without thinking twice.

Someone to chat to about all you fears,

Someone you think of throughout all the years.

 

Who is a friend who is faithful and true?

I think Its a person exactly like you.

 

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2010

A thought for today

A thought forToday

 

Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow’s not here,

Today is for now, we should hold it dear.

The past is no more, the future distant still,

Now is the moment to do what we will.

The moment in time where our mind should be,

Is wherever our breath is and where our eyes see.

Today is the only thing we know for sure,

The future may never arrive at our door.

Why squander the present moments away,

By sending our thoughts to a different day?

 

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2010

My Chicken Parachuter

My Chicken Parachuter

 

I’m in my highchair having tea,

My food is there in front of me.

On the plate of  food I see,

Chicken, spuds and some gravy.

 

I eat a bit and then I think,

I’ll have a nice swig of my drink.

I think I’ve hit upon a winner,

Pouring it all on my dinner.

 

I throw a bit of soggy spud,

It sounds just like a squashed up thud.

The next one’s like a snowy drifter,

Doggie circles with his snifter.

 

I splat some gravy on the wall,

Mummy’s not best pleased at all.

I sling a chicken parachuter,

Doggie’s lifting up his hooter.

 

Now the plate goes on the floor,

Mummy says I’ll get no more.

I crinkle up my little brow,

I really want my pudding now.

 

© Yvonne Nowakowski 2010