Although I cannot be precise
I’ve had amnesia once or twice
Two can live as cheaply as one
but sadly for only half as long
If your nose is running and your feet smell strong
You’re the wrong way up to the way you belong.
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: S for my grandson Sebastian (8yrs old) who has just run a 5 mile challenge on behalf of Mcmillan support for his Nanna who is now in remission following her recent op. He's collected (so far and rising) £750 - we are all so proud of him.
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Plus a quich sketch of a fist for Doggeral Dave.
Ta ever so, Michael. Pls send invoice to: Dog. Dave, Beyond the Black Stump.......I'm stumped......I'll ask Nursie for the full address when she comes round with my regular treatment .... she might know.
All the best in the meantime,
Dave
Oh lol, good writes and pic, and good poem for your grandson.
I know of some alternative therapy, involving some standing on your head a while, assuming a foetal position, some spooky 'rebirth' stuff.
I said - but I got enough to deal with being the right way up, let alone being upside down. If we were meant to be so, we would have been born with feet on our head! Any Berles or Rinths about?
Drinking wouldn't be easy if we were the wrong way up and we'd probably suffer from splash back.
Well done Sebastian for taking up the five mile challenge and more power to your elbow - loving the final "unsame" dear Michael - your mind is a versatile as your art-work. Great start to my reading today.
It was entirely his own idea without any prompting and has now been featured in the local paper. After the run he went to his money tin and took out all the copper and said from now on he will be saving copper fpr Macmillan just like his Nanna does. There is so much hope for the future with youngsters like him around. A real credit to his Mum and Dad.
Brilliant!
and great news about Jeanne, stay strong my friend
Thanks so much LB - it means a lot.
A set of symptoms which wont let go of me
Are the after effects of chemotherapy.
Though i doubt my memory will see a reviver
I count myself lucky, to be a survivor.
Though none of us know what tomorrow may bring
Today is the right time to joyously sing.
Dunno why but i seem to want to join in with your posts and create some small ditty if i can. Maybe you're just inspirational lol.
I'm in something dusk - love your responses
ANGELA HERE - Gut Freitag Onkl Mike. Love the sculpture ~ You sure mad a FIST of it ! Love the wisdom in the QUIPS - all very true as we older grow ! Thanks for sharing ! For its LOGIC No. 2 is Our Fave ! Congrats to SEBASTIAN ! Please check *MISTER VACCININE MAN !* Thanks
Blessings & Prayers to You & Jeanne
Love A & B & Smokey Cat 💛💛💛
i love writing these little pieces and often find myself having a private giggle - but what is life if you can't enjoy your own work from time to time. After all if you don't enjoy it what's the point of writing it?
Great Sketch, whose the hand model. ?..
Always love your humor, first one hits home
Precisely, but I always forget
A person without humour is like a meal without wine is like a day without sunshine is like a knicker without elastic ... etc etc
My left hand whilst I drew it with my right - only a quick sketch but good practice.
A poem celebrating the accomplishments of your grandson. I can't think of a better muse. Lovely little poem and bravo to Sebastian! I don't think I'll ever be able to run that far haha!
Nor me - I can walk it though but my knees do play up.
Not only is this hilarious but so true!!! Good to see you!
Good to see you too - will you be posting anything soon?
I recently just did. Thanks!
Great achievement for Sebastian and to his parents for showing him a good way to go in his life, he will obviously have a great life.
Love both the couplets and the drawing MIchael.
Andy
He's always got a smile on his face - brings cheer with him wherever he goes. thanks Andy.
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