Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

People often wonder how spouses, they did meet, Did they see a stranger, a-walking down the street?, My parents, at a Temperance Lodge,  The date, the tenth of May, Dad saw mum, then told his pal,  "I have a date, today."  They stayed together, thick and thin,  Not saying ALL was smooth, Love was strong as e'er had been,  Their problems, they did soothe. Myself and mine, I often tell,  For us ,  'twas a  -  "blind date"   Now, NOT two strangers meeting 'cold',   I'll tell you of OUR fate. She worked in a Convention  Hall,  While I helped with a group, Who, visual problems did endure,   My now wife, made the swoop. I hadn't even noticed her,  As service she did give, We all have gifts that we do use,  Us, to survive and live. As our small group, convention o'er, Di d wait for taxicab, To train station deliver us; A chance she'd quickly grab. She came real close and stuck her lips,  On my surprised left cheek, Then scarpered off, still

T here are folk who come your way w H ose presence is well felt will st A y and help where’er the need dear frie N d, when rough times, dealt. our  than K s alone are not enough; for all that Y ou, have done, your  gener O us kind offer we thank yo U , for use of car.

“There’s too much love that’s shown here” No one has ever said, Though better THAT than have neglect,  A lack of love, is dead. Our country church, once more has shown Loves GUSHES through its veins, It comes as second nature there, To show love, they’re at pains. A ‘mention’ of a problem,  “To help, what can we do?” Before solution offered, They’ve given one to you. At that, it’s not just praying, Though that is ALWAYS good, But ‘ssistance beneficial,  Which puts one in GREAT mood.  I cannot give them thanks, enough,  Though ONE thing I MUST do,  That’s thank the ONE who THEM made,  To show their love to you.

Just outside Belfast city, A’ heading northwards bound With young enthusiasm, My friends and I were found.    Th’istoric feature towering  O’er city and surrounds Did beckon us with challenge, To conquer all their grounds.    Of course, this meant the feature, Which prominently shows From all surrounding acres, Known well “Napoleon’s Nose”    Heading up the Cave Hill, Enthusiasm rife, Sandwich, water, ‘fizz bombs’  All needed, for good life.   Treking through the forest With vibrant coloured hues, Yellow primrose calling With small flowers, velvet blues.    Sitting in the distance With proud renaissance call, That iconic building Known well as Floral Hall.   Heading on and upwards The first cave beckoned us Two of us did venture  Inside, with mighty fuss.   Did e’er humans or animals In here make home to dwell? No signs to say they HAD done So we can never tell.   Sandwiches all eaten Our Fizzy drinks washed down, Some ‘bluebells’ picked for mother, Her smile - our radiant crown.