Tag Archives: #Sunday

In the Garden

In the Garden

On any given Sunday

(for they are truly ‘given’)

you can find a person

(not a parson – they will be in a church)

in the garden;

or, if they are not there,

then they shall be found somewhere else.

I can say no more than this,

as even saying this

has stretched my resources

to near breaking.

PS this is not a poem

(even if it looks like one).

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Sunday Silly

Sunday Silly

“It’s Sunday, Silly!”

Okay, how do you get to be silly on a Sunday?

It’s not normally thought of as a ‘Funday’;

doesn’t measure up as a ‘Punday’;

hasn’t the uniqueness to be a ‘Oneday’;

and a ‘Sun’ day? Really? It so often rains;

A ‘Bunday?’ Hardly likely;

or a ‘Doneday?’ Well, it is at the end.

How about a ‘Gunday?’ No, that’s not going to happen, is it?

A ‘Hunday?’ Not, a Germanic one;

but a pet-name for your partner one?

Okay, a Nunday; a Runday, or a Tunday?

Can’t say that they are likely to catch on;

An ‘Unday’ – a lot of days are already a bit like that.

No, sorry, we are going to have to stick with ‘Sunday’,

or Dimanche.

An Acrostic Sunday

An Acrostic Sunday

Sunday starts with an ‘S’ and ends with a ‘Why?’
Until it’s over, the day is full of content.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; so there.
Don’t think that this is going to make sense, scents, or cents.
Actually, I have only the highest regard for Sundays
Yesterday wasn’t Sunday: Today is! 

05:48 am (it was)

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05:48am – 11-10-2015

Yesterday…
I woke up at 05:48
In a bit of a state
I thought I was late
But, it was Sunday
So, I forestalled on the panic
The being quite manic
And went back to bed
With an ache in my head
And tried to go back to sleep…
Fat chance of that!

Today, I was up before the alarm
Had even thought about waking the farm

Hi Ho! Off to work I go.

PS I managed to inflict an accidental arm to the jaw of my beloved in the process of returning to mon lit – apologies here go to that ‘special’ lady. Sorry x

Stating the blooming obvious on a Sunday (#Haiku)

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Stating the blooming obvious on a Sunday.

As it’s a Sunday
I have a little write time…
But, nothing happens.

No words flow at all;
And thoughts are far from working;
This means nothing writ.

So my apologies
For this blank piece of paper;
Better luck next time.