1939 – It’s Christmas Time (a sad song for Christmas)

“1939 – It’s Christmas Time”

Bm

It’s Christmas Time once

GMaj

again

A6

And the chestnuts are

GbMaj

roasting just fine

Bm

The family’s about to

GMaj

arrive

A6. GbMaj

And party, like it’s 1939.

Grandma is looking for marbles,

And grandpa, who just won’t arrive;

He got through the first of the two great big wars

But the second he didn’t survive.

It’s Christmas Time once again

And the chestnuts are roasting just fine

The family’s about to arrive

And party, like it’s 1939.

They said it would be over by Christmas

But, for some, Christmas never began;

For when their presents fell from the sky

The crackers they pulled made a bang.

–//–

And the games that were played

By the ones in command

Left the players exhausted

And a part of the land;

They lay where they fell

In their best party hats

Onlookers calling en corps;

Whilst the generals decided

The score.

It’s Christmas Time once again

And the chestnuts are roasting just fine

The family’s about to arrive

And party, like it’s 1939.

They said it would be over by Christmas

But, for some, Christmas never began;

For when their presents fell from the sky

The crackers they pulled made a bang.

And if you send just one Christmas card this Christmas

Please send it to the boys who still drill in the yard.

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On Christmas Day, In The Morning.

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‘Save’

Our ‘Save Your’ arrived;

On Christmas Morning at One;

We’d bought it by then!

A Little Advance Warning Of My Forthcoming ‘Sad’ Christmas Song.

I wrote a poem

That became a song

It started off short

And then I added to it.

Some parts are repeated

Which happens at times

And some words

Rhyme with others.

It’s quite poignant

And made me cry

When I was writing the words

Even though

They are only words

And words shouldn’t do that – should they?

I am not going to post the lyrics to the song

To do so before it’s finished

Would possibly be considered wrong.

Although I hope to have it finished by Christmas

As it’s called ‘1939 – It’s Christmas Time’.

I hope you will be more prepared for it

As I have given you prior warning that it’s sad.

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‘Peculiar’ @baffled #haikuchallenge

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‘Peculiar’

It is safe to say

My peculiarity

Is writing Haiku.

I’m as mad as a…

I’m mad as a box of frogs

Would be mad about being in a box when they really wanted to be in a pond somewhere (I know not where).

And I’m as mad as a hatter

As a matter of fact

I’m madder than that.

I’m as mad a mad thing

(Not a wild thing –

Perhaps I’m mad about not being a wild thing, perhaps).

I’m ‘Mad in England’

(That’s what it says on the label)

But, I suppose I could be one of those fake copies.

I’m mad, bad, and dangerous to know

Apart from the last two.

I’m madrigal,

And madnolin,

Madness incarnate

When I’m driving in my car

I feel safest of all

The Bards in all the towns

You had to stumble upon this one.

And I know how to whistle.

That’s enough!

This’ll do

Thistle Stew

Good day to you.

Linda G Hill’s SoCS Challenge ‘Contrast’

Linda G Hill’s SoCS Challenge ‘ Contrast’

Details Here

Contrast this

To my usual stuff.

I have set the timer for 10-minutes

And I don’t know what

I am going to write about.

I’m even writing it

In poetry form

Even though

It is prose.

Now, that may seem strange

To you

(Unless you know me)

But, I assure you

That I like to contrast

My work at times

Mix up the rhymes

With wit, humour, levity-

Which are all basically the same –

And give you fresh new view

Points

From which to look

At my work

I do not shirk

From switching between

Poetry and prose

I’m not one of those people

That is stuck

In a rut.

However, I must just be serious for a moment…

… right, I’m back to the silly stuff.

Picture me

With a ruff

Doing my stuff

In sixteen hundred

Or just before

(Not four o’clock

In the afternoon, no)

Elizabethan, just about to become Jacobean

Through no fault of mine own

My quill at the ready

And words to write

Well, picture me now

With my mobile phone

Tapping in ideas

Cutting and pasting,

Deleting,

Looking up a spelling on an online thesaurus

And what a contrast

There is.

Would I rather have my life

Or his?

To be honest.

I would give quite a lot

To spend a little

Time

In the land of Shakespearean rhyme.

And, having been there,

I could certainly put the Shakespearean theory

Of authorship to bed

(Or second best bed)

For once and for all

And all for once

(Sorry, that was Dumas – and I was being a Dumass).

Contrasting opinions held

Would be exploded

The myth would live

Or die

Or carry on up the creek

With out a paddle.*

*timer sounded here.

Shine – @baffled #haikuchallenge

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‘Shine’

Polishing my gold

Does not take me very long –

There’s nothing to shine.