Poetry-hash

Limerick 1

There once was a woman from Dover
who thought that her whole life was over.
Now she’s discovered new ways
of enjoying her days.
And her nights are like living in clover.

Limerick 2

There once was a woman on tele
who was tempted to show off her belly.
One day, given the chance,
she started to dance,
and reminded those watching of jelly.

 

On a darker note ...

Some people know
what it means to be included:
                in the group
                in the class
                in the like-minded gathering.

There was a time,
back in nineteen fifty-five,
when I longed to be included.

But 1955 wasn’t my time.
It was my turn,
as one of the new boys
in our school boarding house,
to be ‘Got’.

A simple word, ‘got’ –
but it contained so much unhappiness.
                Name calling;
                Physical punishment for minor offences,
                                (some real, some imagined –
                                  any excuse would do);
                Text books being stolen;
                Completed homework being hidden;
                Not being served properly at meals –
                                sometimes making to do with scraps;
                Being ignored –
                                though some days that felt positive;
                Not being picked for teams.

Several months of being miserable,
but no adult could be told of it –
that would be ‘sneaking’,
something one dare not do.

Then, suddenly, the day came
when it was someone else’s turn.
I was included again – and expected to forget
the months just gone.

DP