Monday, 8 September 2014
The holidaymakers have returned to Dover
Children trudge back to school
MPs resume playing the fool
Like these biscuits
Summer crumbles to dust
and our bank accounts
are empty and bust
As stumps are drawn
And old cricketers retired
Football fans flock to the terraces
Whilst managers are hired and fired
And the transfer window closes
As petals fall from the roses
We look both back and forward in September
A time to prepare and remember
Yet life is what happens
When you're busy making a plan
So lose the calendar and pens
And enjoy this Indian Summer while you still can
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Commonwealth Cami’s Cameron Cookies
Magnificent monkeys and magnesium,
Orange orang-utans too
Now ski and swim the cool blue
Water which covers three quarters of the
Earth’s surface, but not
Australia, the country that now
Leads and tops
The Games table, not quite in the
Highlands of Scotland.
Wednesday, 9 July 2014
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
There was a young man from Costa Rica,
who lost his heart to a streaker,
he took his eye off the ball,
which was a very bad call,
as he was their national keeper.
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
So on Thursday it's Uruguay,
the nation lets out a collective sigh,
Come on England we need to win,
or St George's flag will end up in the bin.
Lambert, Lallana and Shaw are our new saints,
put them in the team Roy and there'll be no complaints.
Return Rooney to centre forward - the right place,
then you'll have a team that won't disgrace.
Let the fans eat biscuit hat tricks,
to inspire Sturridge to score goals quick.
Coleen, Wag Queen, will arrive today,
her presence will raise Wayne's state of play.
Just six more games 'til we raise the cup,
winning smiles, champagne to sup,
C'mon three lions keep the vision alive,
defeat Uruguay, let hope survive.
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
Come and see us perform this Saturday 14th June upstairs at the Art House in Southampton at the RejectorSlip Poetry Festival.
Terry, Gary, Lee, Olly, Karl, Shan,Vicky and Jo will be taking the stage at 4:30pm for a half an hour slot of magical poems inspired by......you guessed it......biscuits!
We hope to see you there.
Address: The Art House, 178 Above Bar Street, Southampton, SO14 7DW
Monday, 9 June 2014
This week’s biscuit comes from Jo.
Strangely, it’s called Polo.
Wrapped in green and white and gold,
colours of Ireland, young and old.
By Jacobs of Dublin they’re made
where Molly Malone plied her trade.
As hard as sham rock, dry as bone,
a chip off the old Blarney Stone.
Don’t be confused by the name.
A Polo mint is not the same.
This is not a shirt you can wear
or a frozen, Arctic bear.
It’s not named for a famous Venetian
traveller with his camel train.
Princes don’t play this on horseback
nor is it a small German hatchback.
Sadly, Polo lacks that sweet zest
of Ireland at its green and friendly best.
As one is enough, rather than Polo
perhaps this cookie’s title should be Solo.