A four line poem

And now I must repair to bed
I'm feeling well and truly fed
So goodnight all until tomorrow
I'm sure that further verse will follow!

That poem was my first and only go,
I have never written, But Hay Ho,
You are all so good and clever,
Will I reach your standard .Never

Thank you Liz, I'm really glad
The clutch of aliens drives me mad
GNHQ should be restrained
Otherwise they'll steal our brains

Hold on Galen give us your hand
Against the aliens we'll make a stand.
No way will they steel you from our clutches
We'll lock them up in rabbit hutches.

GNHQ watch and listen
But very rarely intervene
Are they real is the question
Or are they ? Oooooooooo--- help I'm being kidnapped by aliens!

Newist, yours was very good
In fact it quite inspired me
I'm off to bed now and I hope
Tomorrow, I'll still find me

That is much better than mine

I'm not very good at poems
In fact I'm quite lacking in rhyme
So if ever I write one, I hope
It will be a bit better next time

Galen that is so lovely

We shiver in the bitter winds
But while amongst our gransnet friends
Let our fellowship give warmth
To those with cold and fireless hearths

Your poem newist is really fine
Out of the four I enjoyed each line.
To improve perfection is not easy
The completing word here must be 'peasy'

tiggypiro tears of laughter are running down my face, excellent

I wrote this about 40 years ago. It is a true story about someone who came to my beginners dressmaking class wanting to make a jacket which had lots of panels.

The Evening Class

She said she'd make a coat as such
With panels back and front
I thought that I would bear the brunt
As she didn't sew that much

I'm sure I really had explained
In words both long and short
That unless you were properly trained
A coat was better bought

She cut it out and all went well
We even got it tacked
She said her friend could run and fell
I thought it would get hacked

My heart did sink but as you see
It was her work she'd brought
I wanted her to leave it to me
I was the one who taught

She took it home as her friend could sew
(At least she thought she could)
A friend who 'sews' is more a foe
And instructions clear as mud

She brought it back, I took a glance
It didn't look so bad
All was done, she took her chance
But she was rather sad

The coat was over large you see
It really was a mess
It could have held both her and me
(Well maybe a little less)

She wondered what she ought to do
My advice was sought at last
My answer made her sob and boo
The words an icy blast

'Take it all apart' say I
'There's nothing more to do'
'The seams are all too small' I cry
'Your friend can help you too'

Off she went back home to friend
I havn't seen her since
She must have thought I was the end
My words I did not mince

So dear reader the message is plain
Whatever it is you sew
Make sure that the seams don't gain
If a friend you want - not foe

What is not mentioned in the poem is that she had also put the sleeves in but in the wrong armholes !! I still wonder what happened to it !!