Bob is a Furryhead!

It's been a pretty quiet week, just typing up some bits and pieces of scenes from my notebooks to see if anything was worth using. Not sure where these little poems would fit, and I don't think they are worth spending much time on revamping or re-crafting, so thought I would post them here for you all. Hope you enjoy!

The Green Chair – Alzheimers comes to stay

Clunk, splutter, giggle.

A mass of household goods,

a chest, a table, some cutlery

sliding on every bend.

Scrape, gasp, wriggle.

The pigtails bounce with glee,

a whole new world of discovery

contained in a blue work van.

 Murmur, shout, backfire.

Mum tells us to sit and behave,

the huge chair holds safe

as we all go along for the ride.

Screech, crunch, retire.

We make it safely home,

the blue van now stands empty,

Grandma now reigns over our home.

Self-Help!

An evening to reflect

A day that started bright

An afternoon of contentment

And an evening to relax.

 What will happen down

the line, who knows, but

giving our all will make

it surely like to succeed?

 Nose to the grind, pedal

to the metal, pull those

socks up, and show fine

fettle. Do what you do

The rest will follow, and

all your results will be

for whatever input has been.

Find your way to work

 And be, love and live,

the rest will follow your

lead to the joy and

greatness you have found.

 Bob is a Furryhead

Bob is a furry head. He

squeaks and tweaks.

Curly pawed he gambols

and twitches. Paws on

a sixpence, big-eyed

and playful. Bob is a

furry head. He growls and

he hisses, bites like they’re

kisses. Play lace, or chase

mouse. Bob is in charge

of our house.