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Sunday Morn

Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:45 am
by Bob Pacey
MMMMM another boring Sunday Morn. apologise to Julie Andrews.

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:55 am
by Maureen K Clifford
Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P
Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 2:11 pm
by Bob Pacey
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:07 pm
by Maureen K Clifford
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:46 am
by Cropduster
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 1:29 pm
by Maureen K Clifford
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC


Another Sunday and many have passed by
nothing much changes that’s no reason to cry
I’ve just been shopping with friends at Ikea
now I am chilling with fresh prawns and beer

mkc

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 4:02 pm
by Bob Pacey
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC

Another Sunday and many have passed by
nothing much changes that’s no reason to cry
I’ve just been shopping with friends at Ikea
now I am chilling with fresh prawns and beer

mkc

At last there's some life on the bush poets site
not much been posted at all overnight.
They must be out p'oing as for perfection they strive
at least now I know that someone is alive.

Bob

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:55 am
by Wendy Seddon
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC

Another Sunday and many have passed by
nothing much changes that’s no reason to cry
I’ve just been shopping with friends at Ikea
now I am chilling with fresh prawns and beer

mkc

At last there's some life on the bush poets site
not much been posted at all overnight.
They must be out p'oing as for perfection they strive
at least now I know that someone is alive.

Bob

_________________
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!

Alive 'n' kickin' don't you fret,
plenty of rhyme and rhythm yet.
But sometimes silence is our way
saving our pomes for another day.

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 7:16 pm
by Maureen K Clifford
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC

Another Sunday and many have passed by
nothing much changes that’s no reason to cry
I’ve just been shopping with friends at Ikea
now I am chilling with fresh prawns and beer

mkc

At last there's some life on the bush poets site
not much been posted at all overnight.
They must be out p'oing as for perfection they strive
at least now I know that someone is alive.

Bob


Alive 'n' kickin' don't you fret,
plenty of rhyme and rhythm yet.
But sometimes silence is our way
saving our pomes for another day.

owly

Save them by all means. but something please post
just to prove that we are people not ghosts
even a ditty of your favourite things
will help to inject some wind under our wings

mkc

Re: Sunday Morn

Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:50 pm
by Shelley
Sunday Morn

Washing and ironing and dusting and cleaning
so many things that in life have no meaning.
I should be out fishing with the joy that it brings.
these are not really my favourite things.

Bob P

Writing and editing, sticking in piccies
coffee is cold and the dogs ate my biccies
phone calls , and trolls are upsetting my day
on days like this I just don’t want to play.

mkc

When the clouds break and the sun shines
then it's not so bad.
I drop all my chores and head down to the beach
Then I don't feel sooooo sad.

Bob

Lucky for you mate your day sounds appealing
I’m stuck with a cat who has my dogs squealing
Harmony no longer does here hold sway
Pandemonium is ruling my day

mkc

Take a chill pill. Mauze, or maybe a cuppa
There's plenty of time between breakie and supper
Bait up the hook, Bob, and go wet a line
Sunday's too good to be moanin' and cryin'.

AC

Another Sunday and many have passed by
nothing much changes that’s no reason to cry
I’ve just been shopping with friends at Ikea
now I am chilling with fresh prawns and beer

mkc

At last there's some life on the bush poets site
not much been posted at all overnight.
They must be out p'oing as for perfection they strive
at least now I know that someone is alive.

Bob


Alive 'n' kickin' don't you fret,
plenty of rhyme and rhythm yet.
But sometimes silence is our way
saving our pomes for another day.

owly

Save them by all means. but something please post
just to prove that we are people not ghosts
even a ditty of your favourite things
will help to inject some wind under our wings

mkc

When the Muse sleeps, but ol' Bob keeps
shaming us to write ...
I think I'll just copy an old Nurs'ry Rhyme
and maybe I'll beeeee ... all right!

SH