Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

      FIFTY  YEARS TOGETHER     That’s an outstanding feat             And that’s since you were married,     'Tis MORE, since you did meet.                       'Tis said that opposites attract,       And that is SO true here,       Faye, so quiet, a “listener”,        Ron? - see his career.                          FIFTY  YEARS TOGETHER                "GOLD" anniversary,      True love, lasting, all of those,      As "everyone" can see.       FIFTY YEARS TOGETHER,       We send love, from above,      FIFTY years of caring,                 You're both loved,...

Living in the U.K. At age eleven years, A transfer test is carried out, Can cause some tears or cheers All five brothers above me, Had passed this 'transfer test' My mother felt my tension, To keep up with the rest. That 'tension' could cause seizure, Which came sporadically, Not knowing WHEN 'twould happen, She did look out, for me. Not looking for disruption, When under so much stress, Which could have put my peers off Their train of thought, no less. Months earlier she visited The principle at school, He was a guy quite open, As 'old man', pretty 'kewl' With him and with the school board, Conclusion, they came to, The 'test' done, if in hospital, Was one, that I could do. The test by all my school peers, Had, months apart, tests, two, However, only ONE test  By me, was giv'n to do.  So when results were posted,  My thoughts, if failed, implore,  The second part, I wanted,  To help increase my score.  However, and I'm grateful, I to...

T his group of folk who love to sing,     H ave entertained, to pleasure, bring,     E xcitedly, with lively zing.                   R educing some of us to tears.                O f 'JOY', I'll add, not woe,                      C onductors? well of them, there's two   K arl urges us to 'go'.                               W ith ages 'fifties' and beyond ,                    A ll from here, and 'cross the 'pond'.              Y es, there's 'grey'  plus 'nay' and  'blonde'    E ntertainment's in our name,                     N otes, so musical, our fame,           ...

  You ever gone on holiday That wasn't up to scratch?  Saw brochure with a plush hotel, Reality did not match? What they had promised freely, To get your attention, Wasn't what was witnessed, Some things, did not mention. Maybe food was not the best, Was not, what was expected, The area, too far from town, Made you feel so dejected. * * * * * * * * * * * * People say the afterlife  In Hell, one party be, They WILL be disappointed If THAT's what's hoped to see. A holiday is short term, Next life, it's ETERNAL, Choose wisely and do, early, For Hell, it IS  infernal.

                                      An area in Belfast, Fortwlliam Park, it’s named,   Homes there, for the wealthy, The ‘posh’ and well acclaimed.   At bottom of the roadway,  As one drives down, ’twas seen  A builders merchant, Aerocrete,                                                     A place I’d often been.   A gang of guys, some females   (“Ma Baker” comes to mind),   Did work in ‘Pricing Office’   No better bunch, you’d find.   Billy, Thomas, Michael, Grahame,   “Ma Baker” known as Joan,    A lunchtime darts game often played,    With “Sink taps” a.k. - John.    A lot of fun was had back then,    It made the days fly fast,    Too soon, they be...