Life without Ella... 💔

Without maple, we still have syrup.

With no pea, nut butter remains.

Without raspberries, the jam goes on.

Without lemons, we’ve curds (and whey).

But without Ella, all that’s left is a Nut. 

A Play....on words 🖋 #wordplay

Today was World Poetry Day. I cobbled this together on the lead up to midnight. 🖋


A play... on words.

My word, I like to play with words

I play a round each day;
Alliterate and spoonerise,
With similes like glorious smiles.
Metaphors are handy for
When my chin is on the floor.

Cross words are often written,
Many cryptic, or black and white.
Literature is literal fun,
And everybody loves a pun;
But mortgages do not get paid 
By playing round with words this way. 

2018

Cheesy nonsense 🧀🧀🧀

My husband suggested I write a poem on cheese and cited the quote below.
I thought I'd give it a go 😊

GK Chesterton once said,

“Poets have been mysteriously quiet on the subject of cheese.”

Throughout my life, I aim to please

Hence a poem on the subject of cheese

Just for GK Chesterton.

I may be mysterious

But I am not quiet...

I am here to pay homage 

To the fromage.

What’s better than Feta,

Or Gouda than Brie?

Melted, grated, thickly spread

Smeared all over toast or bread.

Cheese puts the man in Manchego, 

But leaves the Bishop Stinking.

It puts Blue in the Danes

(Just look at their veins).

Eat Stilton with Stilts on

Drink a Double in Gloucester

Wear Red to Leicester

And Gorge on Cheddar.

How I do love Ewe!

Let’s buy a small Cottage,

Get Chutney’d and Pickled;

We’ll Fondue the Goats

And make a Baby (bel);
To the sound of French Cows Laughing. 
😂🐮🧀 🐑 🐐 🐄 😊 🧀