Tag Archives: #Saturday

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.

”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