Kid’s Poems

First of all, we’re on mid term here and there’s actual warmth in the outdoor world so I’m miles behind on my bloggy reading and nominations (which I fecking hate) – but I’ll catch up at some stage! Please forgive if I haven’t caught up on some of your posts over the weekend.

I’m still pushing on with my efforts to respond to the daily prompts for the month of May. I was eating my words on Sunday as I nursed a hangover…but a commitment is a commitment (pah! I abandon commitments all the time but I’m not gonna tell you lot….)

Chelsea Owens asked me to write nursery rhymes. Alas I’m not so great on being sentimental but I am good at being gross so I hope these amuse for the time being. I’m sure there’s a few more hiding in my noggin!


A doggie is lovely

It wags and it barks

It just wants a cuddle

And walks in the park

But the worst thing of all

(And everyone looks)

Is when it sits down

And does a big poop.

Just Eat Some Toast Instead

I knew a girl

Who loved to eat boogers

At breakfast and lunch

She dug in her hooter

She wouldn’t eat fruit

And she wouldn’t eat bread

This girl just loved

To eat bogeys instead

One day while digging

Deep up in her nose

Her finger got stuck!

Her mummy said ‘blow!’

She huffed and she puffed

Her mummy said ‘more!’

She blew it so hard

Her nose flew out the door!

Lucky for her

Her mummy had glue

She stuck it back on

And nobody knew

So if you don’t want

To lose bits of your head

Take my advice

Use a tissue instead.

Bloggy Evolution

When I started blogging a few months ago I hadn’t a clue what the hell I was going to write about! Now, 100+ followers and 80-odd posts later…I still don’t! (who knew I could talk so much hooey?)

First I’d like to say a massive THANKS!! to everyone that hit ‘follow’. I never intended to have more than 3 followers (me and 2 fake accounts that were also me just to get the numbers up) to be honest and all the positive feedback I’ve had from everyone has done wonders for my self esteem. There’s no way I could’ve done this a year ago.

As I cleaned the goldfish bowl this morning and pondered who’s been slipping bran flakes into the water (trust me, after one day that water is much too murky for a creature that size) I got to thinking, what’s the ‘theme’ of my little blog?

Unsurprisingly I came to the conclusion there is no theme. It’s pretty much just a scrapbook of the inside of my head.

But a couple of things I have noticed:

I try to steer clear of the negatives as much as possible. I feel there’s enough negativity out there and the minute I put it in writing and post, I’ve just cemented it’s ugly place in the world. But I assure you I am not Suzy Sunbeams 7 days a week. I’ve got the same real life hassles as everyone else despite my efforts to bang on the saucepan on my head to drown them out.

I also try to not think of the audience too much because it takes the craic out of the whole thing for me. Then when I get a like or a positive comment it makes my little day because I know the post was honestly me.

Some weeks I’m not in the form so don’t have much to say, then other times my head will be exploding with ideas and I’ll have loads to talk about.

Finally I had zero intention of writing any poetry. What a shocker that was! I was abysmal writing poetry in school and the minute I heard that final bell I tossed all notions of it on the bonfire of my school years and laughed like a crazed lunatic as it went up in smoke along with all memories of the German language and the university applications I didn’t even bother to complete.

By far the best thing about WordPress is the other bloggers! Sometimes I’ll be having a chat with someone on the other side of the world who I’ve never met and think: this is so effing cool!! Or when I’m drawing a blank I’ll read someone else’s post and get a flash of inspiration.

I think everyone should give blogging a go. Some people use it to clear their head (me), some share their journeys and educate the rest of us (A Guy Called Bloke), and some are stark raving mad and I thank the Lord they blog since it keeps them off the streets and the rest of us out of harm’s way (The Britchy One).

Whyever you might be tapping away at that keyboard, I’d like to raise my pint to you all and say keep it up ya good thing and thanks for reading my nonsense! Cheers!

P.S – Has anyone else’s blog changed in ways they didn’t expect??

The heat is on….

I was perturbed by a strange prickling sensation on my skin yesterday. Had I changed my washing powder? Were there ants in my pants? No. It was heat! Heat from the sky!

Here in Belfast (and I imagine most of the UK) when we get a tropical heatwave of 10+ degrees, we like to flee to the nearest patch of grass and let those freckles pop! Should there be no grass available, the front step will do the job.

I stuck my baby bird under my arm and ran to the park like a woman possessed for fear I’d blink and miss a few rays.

After I threw up and my face went back to its normal colour (Christ I’m so out of shape) we had a lovely wee afternoon pottering about.

My daughter instructed me that I was to pick a bushel of daisies. A bushel? She’s had a substitute teacher this week…is it Jebediah from the local Amish community? Either way I’m delighted she’s expanding her vocabulary.

Two bushels of daisies.

We even had a wee whirl on the zip line. I’m pleased to report I have managed to raise a well mannered kiddo. She didn’t even crack a joke when her mother’s huge backside caused the seat to practically scrape the ground.

How does one explain to the family doctor that posterior friction burns were caused by an over adventurous afternoon in the park and not because your partner got carried away with a paddle during a Fifty Shades reenactment? Hmm…

Zipping my troubles away!

Here in this fine land when we get a rare glimpse of blue sky (the last was in 1867) we like to completely ignore the temperatures and soldier on with our delusions that we reside in the Maldives.

Shorts are dusted off, sandals are pulled out from under the bed and beer bellies are exposed to all and sundry. (avert your eyes!)

As our lips turn blue and hypothermia sets in we will not be deterred! The kids will enjoy that paddling pool even if we have to weight them down in the bloody thing. (Be quiet child! I don’t care if you can’t feel your toes anymore, would you ever get on with enjoying yourself??) Those ciders will be quaffed and that BBQ we lost the receipt for will see the light of day come hell or high water!

I keep telling myself that those few pounds that have obviously established a long term relationship with my tummy will provide extra insulation during the Irish summer. Maybe this year I’ll get away with just the 14 layers!! In fact I’d better gain a few more for good measure….*Olympic dives into bath filled with deep fried mozzarella sticks*

Is…is she from Belfast??

Captains Log 18th April

Captains log. Stardate 4525.5. I have landed on the surface of Belfastia. The population are disturbed by the presence of a large yellow orb in the sky emitting radiation. Despite my best efforts to assure them it is the Sun, they remain unconvinced.

The Belfastians appear to be a pale and anemic race, unfamiliar with exposure to solar rays. As the temperature gradually rises to 0.5 degrees on this strange, green planet, the residents abandon their clothes and assemble around a hot, metal device called a barbecue.

These are obviously not an intelligent species as the planet’s temperatures are verging on sub zero. I will continue with my mission to determine why the Belfastians are oblivious to the chilly atmosphere. They seem committed to prove their theories that ‘Spring is here’ despite all contradictory evidence. What is this mysterious Spring they speak of? I see little traces of it on the surface.

I will persevere but fear for the survival of this clearly dim witted species.

Thank eff…

…it’s Friday. I don’t know about you but this felt the longest week of my life. I was 30-(ahem)-something on Monday and now I’m 305.

It was one of those weeks that required a lot of grown up stuff…ugh…reality…yuk yuk yuk!

Wednesday was a joy! As I headed to the kitchen to make my morning cuppa I was greeted with the sight of my blocked drains flowing into my back yard.

Let me tell you, if the aroma of raw sewage wafting into next doors windows at 10am doesn’t help you gain favour with the neighbours, I really don’t know what will!

A nice lady at the offices of Environmental Services assured me there was nothing they could do. Ha ha, unbeknownst to her, I didn’t spend 5 miserable years as a telephone agent for nuthin’! 2 hours after grinding her workday spirit to a fine dust a lovely gent from the Waterboard knocked the door and had it sorted in no time.

I still think I should send some sort of an apology gift to the neighbors though…nose clips perhaps? Or maybe the address to a vacant house miles away from mine?

My next ‘welcome to the neighbourhood!’ gift.

Nevertheless Friday is finally upon us! I had a little flutter on the Grand National and have a birthday shindig to attend tomorrow so all is well with my little world once again!

Wish me luck!

May your Friday be a cracker and your plumbing behave itself!

Happy hooking…

Now now, tuck those thoughts back where they belong, that’s not the type of hooking I was talking about.

I’m talking about the crochet variety – yippee! I love it!

I’m frantically trying to finish a blanket I started before the weekend hits but don’t see it happening. This of course, is due to my faffy nature…ooh I must alphabetise my baked beans…where did I drop that 10p back in 1997…what a perfect time to papier mache a scale model of the Eiffel Tower!

Must. Stop. Faffing.

In other news, I finally braced myself and entered a poetry competition – erk! It’s not being judged for ages so I might not start crossing my fingers just yet in case I get carpal tunnel.

Also, I stopped drinking coffee *screams internally* and switched to green tea. No great hardship since I love the stuff but really, no bag of leaves will ever fill the coffee shaped hole in my heart. I had one cup of joe yesterday to test how much caffeine was effecting my tremor and started wobbling so bad I could have rented myself out as a rodeo bull.

I do worry about glugging all this green stuff though. If I start doing yoga and singing Gwyneth Paltrow’s praises, I buried a bag of cash out the back – please hire a hit man to take me out.

Well I better get back to this project or the baby I’m making it for will be collecting her pension before I know it!

Dylan Moran.


(Sing to the tune of Help! By the Beatles)

Help! I need somebody

Help! Not just anybody

Help! You know I need someone


When I was younger

So much younger than today

I played Nintendo 64 and was working for low pay

But now those days are gone

And my mood rings packed away

No more watching Gladiators on a Saturday

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down

I wish New Kids On The Block were still around

My makeup made me look like I was It The Clown

Won’t you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in

Oh so many ways

Saved By the Bell has gone, and so has Happy Days

Every now and then I even miss my awful fringe

I even miss the blue mascara that made my mother cringe

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down

The curtain haircut is no longer still around

House of Pain no longer like to Jump Around

Won’t you please, please help me?

Those were the days of floppy disks and Magic Eye

And when Mufasa kicked the bucket everybody cried

We put glitter on our face and scrunchies in our hair

When bum bags and boobs tubes were the trendy thing to wear.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down

I’m sad cassettes and VHS are not around

Pogs and Rugrats are both six feet underground

Won’t you please, please help me?

Help me, help me



As I type I’m singing the Procrastinator’s National Anthem….fa la la la la!!!!

Me and my baby bird have had one of those blissful days where we had nothing to do and all day to do it with.

After a stonking lie-in the two of us stuffed our faces then set about doing a few crafty bits. We totally raided the Easter craft section in Sainsbury’s yesterday so whiled away a few hours on the living room floor with a tube of glue:

Origami bunny heads!

My wee pudding assembled hers with very little help from me! I thought she did a cracking job! To complete out little crafty corner we hung some paper bunting we’d picked up too:

Our little living room is feeling very festive at the moment!

Only 2 minor slip ups:

  1. The Boss got glue on her finger and accidentally licked it on autopilot. I didn’t notice until she shouted “abandon ship!! bleugh bleugh!” Hahaha!
  2. We had a minor tussle about our music choices. She headbanged with me to Blur’s Song 2 (trust me – we rocked the joint). She then decided she had enough of her mother’s geriatric tastes. To drown me out she stuck the headphones on and belted out one of her own faves while I wailed along to Muse. Sorry neighbors, but I’ve heard you through the walls on a Saturday night so say nothing!

I was intending to share a bit of W.B. Yeats today but it’s not suiting my mood so chose two short and sweet numbers instead. I shall prepare something worthy of Mr Yeats for next week.

I was almost feeling guilty that I didn’t go for a little walk today before I remembered I don’t believe in guilt (phew!). Luckily at the time I was having a seance and had a word with Joan Rivers so she reminded me of one her favourite lines:

Cheers Joan, I’m away to bust open a multipack of Hula Hoops!

Until tomorrow my good people!!

The Demise Of Biddy McCree

Let me tell you a yarn

About Biddy McCree

A tough farming woman

From near Skibbereen.

She lived with her sister

They both never wed

Cos only a mother

Could love their two heads.

She would sow and she’d reap

And she’d toil in the mud

Till she was near 84

With a face like a spud,

But oul Biddy McCree

She had great aspirations!

A trip to Kinsale

Was our Bid’s dream vacation!

So she booked up two nights

In a wee B&B

(Free chocs on arrival

And view of the sea!).

The day she was leaving

Bags packed up to go

She last minute decided –

A pee for the road!

So there in the bathroom

She let out a sneeze

And our poor Biddy’s life

Just gave out at the knees.

She flew off the pot

Near six feet in the air

She went with such force

She hadn’t a prayer!

In just a half moment

Bid’s life had untangled

Head straight through the ceiling

Pants down round her her ankles.

Did she die from the shock?

Or the knock from the cistern?

One things for sure

She went off like a pistol!

So her sister, she found her

Case right at the door,

With her two feet just dangling

Through the front bedroom floor.

Not the woman to look

A gift horse in the mouth

Her sis took her place

For that trip down the South!

(She said it was lovely,

Her only complaint:

When it came to the portions

They had too much restraint.

Sure she loved her grub

And she ate like a hog

Till she finally keeled over

Her pipes were so clogged)