Thanks to Sheila Cole for suggesting a more cheerful post from the poets of Wootton Courtenay.
Can the Timberscombe poets do any better????
I stood on me driveway a-thumping me drum,
Tumpety! Tumpety! Rum-tum-tum,
Me ‘usband was there and a-ringing ‘is bell,
Tinkety! Tinkety! Raising hell!
I was belting a bucket with my wooden spoon,
Trying to make a spectacular tune,
The NHS we applauded with big hearty cheers,
And Wootton’s so wonderful volunteers!
We heard someone clapping. A welcome support,
But of shouting and cheering there was, frankly, nought!
So I gave one more thump and a hesitant cheer,
Me ‘usband ‘e said: ‘I’m goin’ in for a beer.’
We couldn’t go on ‘cos we felt all alone,
So instead of a cheer we gave a small groan,
Where were you all? Did we do it all right?
Or tell us, kind friends, did we get the wrong night?
|There has been quite a response to Marian Ayres’ poem ‘Cheers for the NHS!’ yesterday. This first poem comes from ‘The Rowdy End’:
Around the Brockwell Junction
All were out upon their steps
We went for it for all we’re worth
There were claps and whoops and cheering
The didgeridoo gave low notes,
So ‘Thank You’ to the carers,
Our thanks to all the splendid folk,
Next Thursday keep an ear out,
Then we received this response from ‘Central Village’:
In response to your little ditty,
Not forgetting this ode from Ruth Walker:
On Thursday nights as from week one,