Tag Archives: #Saturday

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.

”Hey! Hey! Hey! Where’s my Saturday Rhyme?”

Where is my Saturday rhyme?

It’s been stolen, that’s a…

criminal act;

but, I must use tic-tac-toe

and be subtle;

flying off the handle

never got things done.

Saturday!


It’s Saturday!
(‘Oh, no!’ I hear you cry:

‘He’s going to do one of those ‘factual’ streamly-consciency type things! I must just lust after something else until he has finished.’)
Which is rather rude

And crude, lewd

And hardly to be

Misconstrued.
Therefore, I shall just say:

Have a lovely

Saturday.
G:)

“It’s a Saturday (Revisited)

"It should read 'I ❤️ Satirdays' "

“It should read ‘I ❤️ Saturdays’ “

It’s a Saturday – Graeme Sandford
Me: It’s a Saturday.

Vox 1: Nothing special there.

Me: I hear you say

Vox 2: One in seven.

Vox 1: Just over fourteen percent!

Me:
But, in every week
There is a day
Unlike any other
In many a way.

Vox 1: Same length.

Vox 2: A day to avoid the shops.

Me:
Give me strength
As my enthusiasm drops
It’s a Saturday
Would you rather it was a Monday?
Now, ‘that’s’ a fun day!

Yorkshire 1: Nowt wrong with Mondays.

Yorkshire 2: I like a good Monday.

Yorkshire 1: Nose back to the grindstone.

Yorkshire 2: Saturday’s Butter no Parsnips!

Me:
As I afeared
You voices are just weird
It’s a Saturday!
An ‘it doesn’t really matter
If I stop for a natter’ day;
One half of the weekend
And on a Saturday
You can depend
That it will rain
Which is a pain
And there will be traffic queues
That ‘will’ give us the
Saturday blues.

Vox 1: I like Thursdays.

Vox 2: Yes, you can’t beat a thrifty Thursday.

Vox 1: Wednesdays are alright, too; they’re not Thursdays, but they’re okay.

Vox 2: In a Wednesday sort of way.

Me:
I’ll let you lot carry on…
Or Saturday will soon be gone

Yorkshire 1: Oh, good; then we can have a Sunday.

Yorkshire 2: Ooh, Sunday’s are nice.

Yorkshire 1: I’d exchange a Saturday for a Sunday, any day.

Yorkshire 2: Two Sundays. There’s a thing.
I love to hear the church bells ring.

Me:
As I was saying…
It’s a Saturday…

©GraemeSandford2015

Yay! It’s a Saturday! “So what?” I hear you say.

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It’s a Saturday.
“Nothing special there.”
I hear you say

“One in seven.”

“Just over fourteen percent!”

But, in every week
There is a day
Unlike any other
In many a way.

“Same length.”

“A day to avoid the shops.”

Give me strength
As my enthusiasm drops
It’s a Saturday;
Would you rather it was a Monday?
Now, ‘that’s’ a fun day!

“Nowt wrong with Mondays.”

“I like a good Monday.”

“Nose back to the grindstone.”

“Saturday’s Butter no Parsnips!”

As I afeared
You voices are just weird
It’s a Saturday!
An ‘it doesn’t really matter
If I stop for a natter’ day;
One half of the weekend
And on a Saturday
You can depend
That it will rain
Which is a pain
And there will be traffic queues
That ‘will’ give us the
Saturday blues.

“I like Thursdays.”

“Yes, you can’t beat a thrifty Thursday.”

“Wednesdays are alright, too; they’re not Thursdays, but they’re okay.”

“In a Wednesday sort of way.”

I’ll let you lot carry on.

Or Saturday will soon be gone

“Oh, good; then we can have a Sunday.”

“Ooh, Sunday’s are nice.”

“I’d exchange a Saturday for a Sunday, any day.”

“Two Sundays. There’s a thing.”

“I love to hear the church bells ring.”

As I was saying…
It’s a Saturday.