Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

I see the wind up in the sky
As clouds move slowly by and by
The branches; leaves that swing about
Say ‘I’ve got the wind again’ my my!

The umbrellas turn inside in
I didn’t do a thing but then
The papers fly across the streets
Well that’s a trick real neat real neat

The hot air balloon moves gracefully
It’s filled with gas but cannot speak
Is it the gas that blows it on?
No it’s the wind on on on on!

Yes I see the wind ‘bout everyday
Invisible I hear you say?
Well why not why not ; the same as gay
Can you see gay? Yes everyday!

:shock:

Gummy, I keep on dreaming about Australian Rock Acts, then I express myself in random spates of self conscious extrovertism. Do you think I’ve got ACDC?

Spitty you crack me up.:mrgreen:

Night has fallen, where sunshine was.
Time ticks on, what’s past is lost
We sit and wonder, what comes next
A question that will keep us vexed

no effin dementia!!:smiley:

well done SP - red star for that!:wink:

It’s half past eleven,
Here in my room,
I can’t sing,
Or make a tune.

I often wonder,
As time goes by,
I can hit my anvil,
And make sparks fly.

Is it art,
With its heartfelt singing
Whether from guitar,
Or hammered rhythm.

Hammered Fruity, after a night out with the Saga Louts.

Ooh Fruity I’m loving the new posts. X

Has AYERS ROCK got UHULU written all through it?

it’s a good job ya askin that question from that side of the pond!:mrgreen:

Nice poems there folks, Sweetie you’re a dab hand at knocking out some lovely lines, well done.:slight_smile:
Everytime I write some really crap lines I’m always consoled when I think I could have written the following gems.

“Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba!”

They don’t write brilliant lyrics like that anymore, thanks be to God, and there are some who would slag off the younger generations songs of today.

This is my theory on how that song came to be written.
When Little Richard bit into an Apple he hit a nerve in one of his back teeth, he rushed off to the dentist and could barely speak with the pain, when the dentist asked him what happened he said “Toothy, Fruity, old Rooty” “I quite understand Sir”

I give up after that one, but it’s an original none the less.:slight_smile:

Beautiful day here today so the wife and me are making the best of it and heading down to Wexford, we’ll stay overnight in her brothers place there. See yis all tomorrow.:slight_smile:

That was good Jem.
I remember writing that when I first met Fruity on a forum. I went on to ask- Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?
I never did find out:mrgreen:

Have a lovely time at Wexford.:lol:

Upon reflection, changing the last line to, “Or hammers ringing” would make it scan better.

Ah yes, the lovely county and City of Wexford. I shook hands with JFK along the river bank there.

you’re a must better lookin guy than JFK! - apart from bein shorter! - you sound like the sort of guy I’d like a drink with?

I’m certainly much more alive than himself, and I thank you for your kind words.

You certainly have a firm handshake our Fruity. I have to wonder why, you spill so much beer. Oops I’m off.:mrgreen:

The trouble with Scribbles of late is this, in the old days, you only had to look at the current page, to work out you didn’t know what was going on. now, you have to go back five pages, to come to the same conclusion.:lol::lol:

Well Spitty dear boy. I have trawled back 2 weeks & I am none the wiser.

Well Spitty dear boy I have gone back 2 years & detect no major change, except to say we were posting whole sentences rather than quips & one liners.

That is reassuring, there is nothing “Fishy” about trawling.

long may you ‘fish’ and ‘trawl’ dear boy!

There was a young spittie called fishy
Could crawl and could trawl just so dishy
When he whipped out his drill – we all got a thrill
Then he switched it to go – it got spilly!

:-p:-p