23-08-2015, 06:05 PM
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Li’l boy’s pocketsWhat do you find in a li’l boy’s pocket
A rolled up piece of string
And a stick from a used rocket
A shiny pebble found in the spring
Some conkers past their best
A pencil to write with and other things
What remains of a moss lined Robin’s nest
Complete with empty shells
The answers to tomorrow’s maths test
A collection of dried up leaves that smell
Just like some baccy, probably “Old Holborn”
A pet mouse to make the li’l girls yell
23-08-2015, 09:14 PM
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Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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Li’l boy’s pocketsWhat do you find in a li’l boy’s pocket
A rolled up piece of string
And a stick from a used rocket
A shiny pebble found in the spring
Some conkers past their best
A pencil to write with and other things
What remains of a moss lined Robin’s nest
Complete with empty shells
The answers to tomorrow’s maths test
A collection of dried up leaves that smell
Just like some baccy, probably “Old Holborn”
A pet mouse to make the li’l girls yell
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23-08-2015, 11:01 PM
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My mother had dementure, largely undiagnosed, during the couple of years leading up to her death. We all coped with that up to a point. The most difficult thing to understand was the short term memory loss she experienced in her last few months.Either myself or my brother or sister went to see her every day in her sheltered accommodation, which she refused to leave right up until the end.
Imagine, waking up and not knowing who you were or where you were. Three times a day care workers came in to assist. Sometimes she welcomed them, sometimes she threw them out.
Sometimes becoming paranoid & accusing them of stealing, of all things, her goldfish. Mother started hiding rolls of £200 or £300 in between books or under her mattress.
She could remember songs from years back, when she was quite well known locally as a singer in clubs & pubs. She never gave up her make up , hairdo’s & long fingernails, painted red of course.
In constant pain from a crumbling spine we had her stay with us on a Saturday & she enjoyed singing old songs with us on YouTube. Just for a moment her smile faded & she gave me a long long look, Great tears welled up in her eyes & dropped to the floor. The look said “I can’t live like this any more”
My brother & sister visited her the next day and were greeted with a big smile and a chirpy “Good, you can make me a nice cup of tea”. When they returned from the kitchen she was gone, passed away , quietly , still smiling.
18-09-2015, 08:36 AM
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MY PET HATEMy pet hate’s when a poster’s out of date
They’re seen most anywhere
The posters just don’t care
That special birthday, wasn’t yesterday
It was Tuesday of last week
Now isn’t that just neat
That sheet strung out at that roundabout
Is now tatty and frayed
The message now faded
Chantelle is thirty, the sheet’s now quite dirty
Please someone remove it now
It’s out of date, You choose just how
Bill Stickers admitted his posters were limited
But he did take them down
When the circus left town.
My complaint is clearly, and I say this so wearily
Those tacky white sheets
With letters not neat
Announcing naff meets
Must be cleared from our streets
My rant now complete.
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