The Loo

WARNING:     If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now! 

This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well. 

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there’s a poo in my loo!
it had been well hid, till I lifted the lid,
and a poo in the loo,
when you go for a wee, is not something you want to see.

oh, that poo in the loo,
who left it there? and do I really care?
but the poo in the loo,
says they need a lesson, in remembering to push the button!

so the door to the room of the poo in my loo
now displays note, on which I wrote:
you left a poo in my loo –
next time don’t rush, and remember to FLUSH!

© ceenoa

I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!

 

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‘Neath the Bed

I went a little mad today,
and vacuumed ‘neath the bed,
it’s not my normal housework style,
to clean what can’t be seen,
i’m more a fan of neat and tidy,
and a quick superficial clean.

but I’d bought a brand new vacuum,
– so I had to try it out –
it’s an upright, with a lift off can,
and a sucky spout!
so I used it on the skirting boards,
and then glimpsed beneath the bed.

oh, I know that I should do it,
much more often than I do,
but it’s such a major undertaking,
and ignorance is bliss,
until the carpet changes colour,
which is a sign that you can’t miss.

so I had to move my heavy bed,
and push it round the room,
I might have moved it ten times,
’cause in the end I just lost track,
and I suppose that it was worth it,
though i’ve gone and hurt my back.

So here there is a lesson,
if you’re just a bit like me,
do not buy a brand new vacuum,
and test it in your room,
and do not look beneath your bed,
else you might meet a dusty doom.

© ceenoa

Having an Irky!

I’m having an irky today,
I’ve been in my PJ’s all day,
I slouched to the couch,
when I got out of bed,
and here I shall probably stay.

I’m having an irky today,
it’s what happens when you are not,
as sick as you could be,
nor as well as you should be,
and you feel just a bit more than “off”.

So I’m having an irky today,
but I hope by tomorrow it’s done,
and that a good sleep tonight,
will put it to flight,
and the irky will then be all gone.

© ceenoa

Two Stories

 
once i was young and lissome,
a tight bud of youth in my prime,
now I am crinkled and shrivelled
as happens to all in time.

once I had velvet complexion,
as soft as the dew of the dawn,
now life’s wear and tear is evident,
in a visage that looks tired and worn.

once all the youth surrounded me,
i was sheltered and shaded, and strong,
now all that freshness has faded,
and yet, some beauty lives on.

© ceenoa

Bones and Scars

the fierce missing shatters my bones
the gravity of grief unraveling
exposing my marrow
stripping off layers.
and I have to regrow again
the skin and sinew of “now”
that holds me together.

© ceenoa

June Frost (4)

 

you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me,
head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped.
an irredescent netting, marking the breaking and the healing,
the threads of a new outer that constrain the broken.

© ceenoa

June Frost (12)

The Lid

I gathered them up and put them,
Copper and Silver Lidded Resin Bowl (7)in a place they could be hid,
and just to make sure they couldn’t escape.
I covered them with a lid.

They are my sweetest treasures,
invisible to your eyes,
yet when I look upon them,
their richness makes me smile.

No thief in the night can steal them,
from the place that they are hid,
and when I am feeling broken,
I gently lift off the lid.

© ceenoa

Thoughtless Unplugging

I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened:

the urge to move the furniture
came suddenly upon me,
alas the urge caused failure
of the internet connection thingy!

“““““““
my modem is senile
it’s forgot who it is
now it can’t do it’s duty
because of this.

i pulled out the plugs
without flicking the switch
one small unthought action
has now caused a big hitch!

the modem’s not working
won’t connect like it ought
and now the last option is to call
“Tech Support”.

there’s a 40 minute call queue
before I get to point 1
then another 40 minute waiting
till I can get something done.

I’ve given it up as a bad job tonight
so I’m writing my blog via my mobile’s “hotspot”
and rueing that wilfull unplugging
which caused internet loss!

Reasons for not doing Housework

A few years ago I wrote a post called Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework.
I thought it was time to for a reprise, more in line with my current excuses, er reasons, for not completing my houseworkerly duties.

I can’t vacuum the floor today,
I need to create something that may,
be transiently pleasing to my “arty” soul,
and happy lasts longer than clean, don’t you know!

I can’t wash the windows, sorry, not today,
my grandson left finger kisses on his last stay,
and it would be un-grandmotherly mean,
to destoy his art just to make them clean!

I’m not washing dishes, the clothes or the floors,
I’m not cooking food, cleaning windows or doors,
I’m doing MY stuff, and having some fun,
the housework can wait until I am done.

Oh, and if you don’t like that, then let me suggest,
that you don’t visit, or, better yet,
do come for a visit, and if you,re concerned,
you clean my house, and I’ll watch and learn!

© ceenoa