30-04-2014, 12:41 AM
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Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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YES, I REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD DAYSYes, I remember the good old days
When things were better in every way
No traffic jams or motor car fumes
Music that actually had a tune
Well , I remember the good old days
Today’s kids would be truly amazed
At just what we do with imagination
With our hands our heads and perspiration
What we lacked in the good old days
We never missed now we throw stuff awa
A tree top den, catching tiddlers in the stream
They were happier days, or so it seems
Now we have our old happy days
Surfing the net , constantly amaze
All the time in the world to contemplate
Until we’re called to the Pearly Gates..
or when I have some time. Keep it up!
30-04-2014, 08:40 PM
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Oh dear I feel really illI think I’ve caught a chill
A week I’ve had it still
Oh dear I feel so bad
It’s the worst thing I’ve ever had
It’s hard not to feel sad
Oh dear it’s getting worse
So I have put it in verse
I need to see a nurse
Oh dear my legs feel weak
Ah nurse, would you have a peak
Sir, you have a cheek
When did you last have apee
This may be the key
You can confide in me
Oh nurse what have I got
Robert, you’ve got the lot
Easier to say , what you’ve not got
Oh my I feel a lot better again
Gone now has the pain
A better man I am.The end
01-05-2014, 04:30 PM
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A FUNNY THING HAPPENED TO ME ON MY WAY TO THE FORUM.
On the 2nd Wednesday of each month I have lunch with the local church’s old folk. I’m invariably the youngest by 15 or 20 years. I’m 66 , so I’m no spring chicken, but I hobble from table to table chatting away & I am generally welcomed. Well, always welcomed. Some of these old dears are in their nineties & never get much opportunity to chat to anyone from one month to the next. I’m practically their toy boy.
This Wednesday two of these ladies were helping me across the busy road outside the parish hall.
I know it’s pathetic but they’re very willing & it would be churlish of me to refuse some assistance, I am registered disabled after all.
So there I was with Peggy 94 & Hilda 92 standing on the edge of the pavement with helping hands firmly gripping my arms.
Just then I saw my new neighbour looking very oddly at me from across the street. I couldn’t wave my hand or arm, but with a superhuman tug I managed to raise my stick high up in to the air and held it aloft. Then the oddest thing happened.
All the cars stopped for us to cross the road. They must have thought that I was holding my stick up to stop the traffic.
I now know how Moses must have felt when he raised his staff and the Red Sea parted. IT was a moment to savour.
01-05-2014, 08:00 PM
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Nice true story RJ, I just hope the new found power doesn't get hold of you and cause you to lose the run of yerself.
"You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course
Well now he's here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
And there we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on, but for all the great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea."
(Verse from 'The Mountains of Mourne)
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