Tag Archives: #Saturday

Saturday Morning

It’s Saturday

morning;

and if I don’t get a shift on

I shall be looking at Saturday

afternoon

from a close-to perspective.

Hence these few words

worth a couple of pence –

if that –

and little in the way of wisdom.

.

Well, it is Saturday

morning…

but only just.

Saturday – Piku #2

Saturday

is

nearly over.

On a Saturday Morning

People walking,

people cycling,

people walking dogs –

no dogs cycling;

people driving,

delivering, thriving

businesses;

people taking the air

here, there, everywhere;

it’s cool, it’s cold,

some young, some old

some in between –

if you know what I mean;

breeze is fresh upon my face,

I have to set an eager pace,

to warm my soul,

keep my body whole.

Saturday Morning’s Alright For Writing – revisited.

Saturday Morning,

like every other morning,

is a good time for writing;

and, seeing as how

it is Saturday Morning now,

(well, it was when I wrote this)

I shall write these words

(and maybe more)

upon high ground,

as it is quite dangerous

writing upon the shore,

due to the rain and the wind,

that is there,

and the possibility

of opening Death’s door

and walking through;

if the tide should rise above my head,

I would have to stop writing,

and start being dead.

Rainy Saturday – an Elevku

The rain falls –

not all upon me –

but mostly..

NB a three-line, 3-5-3 Elevku.

It is Saturday (a Haiku)

It is Saturday –

and you all know what that means:

Saturday Haiku!

Saturday Morning’s Alright For Writing.

Saturday Morning,

like every other morning,

is a good time for writing;

and, seeing as how

it is Saturday Morning now,

(well, it was when I wrote this)

I shall write these words,

and maybe more,

upon high ground,

as it is quite dangerous

writing upon the shore,

due to the rain and the wind,

that is there,

and the possibility

of opening Death’s door

and walking through;

for, if the tide should rise above my head,

I would have to stop writing,

and start being dead.

Saturday Morning Waffle

Yes, I’d love one; but we haven’t got any,

so I shall just have some toast, but we have no bread to burn, therefore it’s flakes of corn for me (as I know we have those)

and I shall be happy to transport those flakes from the bowl to the mouth with the use of a spoon – a fork would not work quite so well – and thus breakfast shall be consumed.

I hop that you can enjoy yours, whatever it is, and wherever you are in the world.

Take care

Graeme:)

Saturday’s Sunrise Symphony.

Saturday’s Sunrise Symphony.

Like a Dawn Chorus,

but we joined in

and felt the weekend upon us.

Not that all who woke today

woke to a day of rest and recovery;

but, we do give thoughts to them.

Not everybody’s Saturday

is actually a Saturday.

“I’m a Saturday Saxon!” – a song

“I’m a Saturday Saxon!” – a song

I’m a Saturday Saxon,

I’ve got my Sunday shoes on;

I can hear a claxon,

and I can wear a blouson

(whatever that is, whatever that is!)

I’ve got my Tuesday socks on

play guitar like Graham Coxon

(No you don’t, no you don’t – you know you don’t)

GRAMS Song 2 Riff

(Lo-oe!, Lo-oe!)

(well, maybe just a little bit)

I’m a wackaday Saxon

(wax off, wax on, you’re a wacky Saxon).

I’m a Guacamole Saxon.

(wack-a-moley, wack-a-moley Saxon.