Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

You’ll never believe what I saw, U -hauled it all away Ewe’s were heard a bleating at Yew trees for Christmas day

 It seems it was imperative, That I was MEANT to be My mother yearned to have a girl, Just turned forty, had me. Ne’er knew ’til both folk, they had passed Two pregnancies, there were, And carried long enough to know Female was their gender. A daughter, mum had yearned for, Once she’d be born, they’d quit,  Though HE had plans, parents knew not,  The sixth son, THEN, that’s it. My eldest bro, by fifteen years,  Aft' both parents had passed, Did mention ‘bout an older sis., ‘pon hearing, was aghast.  He then mentioned ’tween third and fourth, The time, six years, went by, Informed me of another girl,  Mum lost, and tears did cry.  ‘Tween ’56 and ’59  More boys there were, by three,  The last just aft’ mum  forty,  turned, In early January. Years later, when in hospital, Did mum confess to me,  “When bearing you, did not you, want, .......... .......“God KNEW, though, NEEDED, be.”

Beautiful, as Blossoms A-springing from the earth, Proclaiming the season change With merriment and mirth, Daffodils to daisies, They shoot up from the ground, Bringing joy, ‘cause winter’s gone, Soon, summer sun, be found. There are SOME, like the winter, Though what I’ve learned, they’re few, Many folk, like me, prefer, The season, - all things new, As buds appear, soon blossom, The earth to glorify, Beautifying all around, So pleasing to the eye.

TRUE LOVE You e’er been the recipient Of love so free & true ? You ever sense that love so strong A-reaching down on you? You e’er been beneficiary Of care, so freely given, By some you’ve known, for just short time, With love from highest Heaven? I’m pleased to say, but humbled, I HAVE this LOVE received, From folk I’ve known, for not that long, Though bonding threads were weaved Their names are Pat and Mary Known Pat, at least sev’n years, His wife, just known a short while, Their love, brings me to tears. Their help has, been unfathomed, In many different ways No need to ASK for ’ssistance, In their lives, love displays.  They seem t’know just WHEN and HOW  To give that help required,  Their hospitality, it’s A1, Two God-filled  lives, admired.

W hat have we got and  W here did it come from W ho W ould have chosen W hich W ords could be used? W hy W hen W e read the letter selected W ill W ords W arble out like someone confused? W hen W ill our minds W ring W ith a sentence W ritten or read W hile no rhyme's refused.

The Crown of Thorns A-mocking were, Proclaimed Himself a ‘King’. The Jewish race Did not, Him, see, Defeat, they tried to bring. There’s been none since, Nor e’er will be, Alike, there’s been none other The ONLY one, Creators Son, Borne by a virgin mother. Baalzebub, His hands did rub, When Christ did breath His last, He thought he’d won, BUT, - then, God’s Son, HE ROSE,  Triumphant blast.

At least six colours for a rose,  Not ALL, symbolise LOVE, White, represents INNOCENCE With PUR’TY from above. Yellow, PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP means, Plus JOY, at ‘knowing you’, PURPLE is ‘ENCHANTMENT’ Delight in all you do. Orange, ENTHUSIASM, it also means DESIRE RED, of course is PASSION A burning vigorous fire PINK - a watered down red rose Does ADMIRATION mean, That is given to a FRIEND With whom you can be seen.

I have to make, See what’s at stake, A statement, some might know The answer to, Could it be YOU?, I hope you’ll have a go. If I’m unsure, Please, me, endure, Don’t think of me - a fool I listened hard, Shakespere, the bard, Whene’er I was at school. Last year, ’twas not, Might have forgot,  So many years have gone, The memory true, It DOES leave you, As years, you do live long. Some names you knew, Prob’ly left you, Not seen the face, long time, A friend from school,  You thought was ‘kewl’ Can’t bring their name to mind. You fake it though, Ne’er say “don’t know The name which you are called’', It’s such a task, Don’t dare to ask You’re filing system, stalled. Apparently, And you will see, I MIGHT have made suggestion,  ‘Exactly WHAT, ( I have forgot ) Is this thing, called a ‘question’?

Sitting in the hospital  Well, sitting up, on bed, I had smoke inhalation,  The paramedics said. I'm just up for a check up, I feel fine, otherwise, I'm trying really hard not to Sing " smoke got in my eyes" A stove fire in the kitchen So glad " fire blanket" had,  Know not what will be damaged Trusting it's not THAT bad. Think paramedics, cautious, A full lung check to give, T'ensure I will keep breathing,   Essential, that,  to live. Liz didn't breathe as much smoke, Thought not, I'd breathed a lot, 'Tis best though, to be cautious, Than later on, be caught. Been told that it's not too bad, Be getting home anon, Though puffer, medication, For while, putting me on.

Th’address was 1, Carnmoney Road, The village, Glengormley, ’Twas in the nineteen hundreds, An air, so eerily. In better days, and summer, Outside she’d serve some tea, A table in her garden, Side door, would gain entry. Whene’er you entered through front door, Alerting bell would “ding” You might have had to wait a bit, Her presence, for to bring. Wearing long skirt, few whiskers. A covering apron too, Always pleased to welcome Delighted to serve you. No new fangled contraptions Step back, in history, The Rocket machines with ‘bubble gum’ Were sold for just 1d Her cash till too, old fashioned, Well, why waste her money ?                       It did the job she needed When serving you or me. The ‘BlackJacks’ and ‘Fruit Salad’ A ‘farthing’ each, would be, Then ‘single cigarettes’ would sell T'almost any body. Her ‘sliders’ were “to die for” Hand made for goodness sake, A stool to help her delve in Her freezer, them to make. She...