Electric Soup
© Florrie Gillanders 2003-2011. Last updated: Sun,21 Aug
2011.15:49:12.
I am not one to let feelings show,
But I love you dad, more than you know,
To me you are special-beyond compare,
It is reassuring to know you are there.
Helpful, considerate, understanding and kind,
Best dad in the world you could find,
So thank you for being the person you are,
The most unselfish, caring, father by far.
Poem © 2011 Florence J. Gillanders
Oh little rosebud ever so cute,
Born on a stem, from an underground root,
Bathed by the rain, dried by the breeze,
Friend to the butterfly and honey bees.
Kissed by the sun you bloom and grow,
Blown by the wind, gently to and fro.
To look at you is a pure delight,
Ever so proud, and coloured so bright,
You will soon be a rose, oh so grand,
Prettiest flower in the land.
Poem © 2011 Florence J. Gillanders
Cupid's arrow fell down from the sky,
And landed with love right in my eye,
The next thing I saw, was a girl so sweet,
Walking towards me along the street.
Now do you believe in love at first sight,
She looked like an angel all dressed in white,
My eyes could not leave her, I walked in a daze,
I seemed to be seeing her through a fine haze.
My poor heart was pounding, I heard every beat,
Then I slipped from the pavement, and lay at her feet,
I was so embarrassed, I felt I could die,
I could not get up, a sprained ankle had I.
She said you are hurt, I won't leave you alone,
Then she hailed a taxi, and took me straight home,
This girl was divine, the love of my life,
I wanted to marry her, make her my wife.
Now forty years on,
she's still married to me,
And a happier couple, you never will see,
So if cupid gets you, with a bolt from the sky,
Smile and be happy, you're one lucky guy.
Poem © 2011 Florence J. Gillanders
I dreamt I was sitting on a cloud,
Head held high, so very proud,
Looking down on the world below,
Seeing it all through a hazy glow,
Looking up I saw a light,
Full of colour, oh so bright,
And through this light, I saw a face,
Very pleasant, and full of grace,
He smiled at me, and took my hand,
He should me round the promised land,
Flowers of rubies, hills of jade,
A silver river down in the glade,
Sapphire valleys, with topaz grass,
This was a place with lots of class,
I saw a road, so beautifully laid,
With layers of gold in a bed of jade,
Down this road came a carriage so bright,
Sparkling with diamonds, shimmering white,
Drawn by a horse of silver grey,
An angel in front, leading the way,
She said - "Please get in," and opened the door,
The seats were gold satin, pearls on the floor,
Now it is time to go home she said,
And then I woke up, in my own little bed.
Poem © 2011 Florence J. Gillanders
The Haggis is a curious thing,
But nevertheless food fit for a king,
Nobody knows how these things evolve,
This really is a puzzle to solve.
They went right back to the ancient scrolls,
Did it come from a mammoth, or maybe the trolls,
But even in those days they could not be sure,
A mystery people will have to endure.
Other theories were - from a U. F. O,
Or maybe from tiny eggs they did grow,
Some say it is made with oatmeal and heart,
And a sheeps stomach bag are all a part.
Of Haggis - the Scottish traditional food,
All who have tasted it say it is good,
Enhances the sex life, fills you with pep,
Puts hairs on your chest, and a spring in your step.
But whatever they come from, however they grow,
Haggis is Scottish, that we do know,
It travels from here to Timbucktu,
And is eaten by everyone including you.
Poem © 2011 Florence J. Gillanders
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Electric Soup
© Florrie Gillanders 2003-2011. Last updated: Sun,21 Aug
2011.15:49:12.