A four line poem

I want sun and warmth and light
Not dark and grey and ice
I hate the cold and wish I might
Hibernate just like harvest mice.

I want to go on holiday
Somewhere warm and nice
Somewhere where the sky is blue
And there's never any ice.

The snowdrops and the springtime flowers
Are pushing through the ground
The garden soon will be a riot
And colour will abound.

Half term holidays are near
To Scotland I will go
By train and ferry, bus and foot
It will be fun, I know.

The grandchildren are unaware
Of my impending visit
A nice surprise inside my bag
And shouts of ooh, what is it!

Oh hildajennyj I share your yearning
The forecasters say yet more on the way
Surely the clocks must soon be turning
Forward so we have more light in the day?

I long for weather warm and sunny
Instead it's wind and snow
And more is on the way, I fear
Oh where is summer's glow.

Got the chimney swept today
All ready for a roaring blaze
Hail and snow is on the way
Perishing cold for days and days.

I'll make sure I have a coffee or tea
A sarnie or Kitkat and my Kindle all three
Would help me happily pass the hours
Until my Pendolino was restored to full power!

Take a flask of something rosy
Wear your thermals thick and cosy
Lack of power means lack of heating
Be prepared! That takes some beating.

That's if all the tracks are clear
From drifts of snow this time of year
"Wrong kind of snow" can cause no power
And strand you in the midst of nowhere.

Under the wheels??
Sounds less than nice
"Let the train take the strain"
Is better advice!

( Sounds painful - poor Soutra!)

By car your route home would have been
'cross Soutra's snow-clad hills of green.
Better the train, it painful feels
To know that Soutra's under the wheels.

I gaze out on the snow clad hills
My heart with Scots nostalgia fills
Tomorrow I shall catch the train
And head back home to England again.

Had I gone borage
The next thyme would be porage
And then I'd sound Scots.
Which I'm nots.

You could try borage
It almost rhymes with orange.
Not an easy word to choose
Enough to start you on the booze.

There is no rhyme for "orange"
But you must not despair;
Just slip it deep inside a line.
Alternatively, use "pear".

If I could find the time
to identify a rhyme
for that tricky fruit 'orange'...
That would be peachy.

Oops somehow linked back to an old sequence of poems.

Sorry for the smutty poem
It seems I went far back
Now I see the clean poems
I'm coming back on track

Masturbaters can be seen
Because their hands are hairy
Looking like a yeti
Can make them rather scary

The wind is howling, and the snow
Is blowing from the west
It's time to take the dog out
And he's really not impressed.

There's a winter wonderland outside my window
But it's warm and cosy in the house
The dog is slumbering on the sofa
And all is quiet as a mouse.

There's an old Avengers on the telly
So old it's black and white
I don't know how they did it
But they got the stories right.

As usual it's oddball
The plot with turn and twist
You have to follow closely
Or else you lose the gist

It's really very clever
In a wound round sort of way
There'll be sneaky stuff and fighting
Til Emma hits the fray

Then dressed in leather one piece
She'll punch and kick some ass
It's all great fun to watch it
And another hour will pass.

I love my mini iPad
I love it when it rains
I check my friends on Facebook Gransnet
And play Candy Crush on trains

I bought a Hudl the other day
So I'd be in the trend
I'll use it for my work and play
And so my mind to bend.

A tablet's a thing to hold your gaze
It's oh so versatile
It'll be doing wonders in lots of ways
Very soon, shortly, in a while.