Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Scaffolding: An anomaly of house repairs that is usually seen and ignored.
The Clanging of the Scaffolding Gate
All of this wind, all of the rain
The clanging of next door's scaffolding gate
I would have thought the scaffolders
Would have secured it you see
When they finished work
But that didn’t happen no siree
I could hear it you see
They must have thought
It didn’t need doing
Before they went
Because it wasn’t windy back then
Well, they got it wrong it’s plain to see
Because within a couple of hours
It was clanging and banging viciously
Wind and Rain Up Their Game
The wind had the rain pounding
at the windows without refrain,
It didn’t stop its hammering
It was so severe
That it was overflowing
The gutters and drains
Everywhere near
The wind in the conifers
it really made them sway
They were actually bending over
in the stiff breeze, no delay
The rain it was still pouring down
no leaves on the trees
They were all on the ground
A thick carpet to be seen
Grass and Dog
The grass hadn’t been cut for many days
Because each day it was too wet
For the lawnmower to play
The rain falling down repeatedly
Added to this the dog was unwell,
But that was my fault
And on that I don’t want to dwell
I just want to say
I bought her some different treats
To give her something
To encourage her to eat
Well, it was only after a day or two
I found out the effect they had
When I went outside to pick up the poo
Allergies
I found she was allergic you see
It wasn’t solid like usual visibly
Oh no, it was like jelly and water,
Disgusting,
And so bloomin’ yukky
Couldn’t pick it up, too sloppy you see
So over to the compost bin
For plenty of fresh dirt
To cover that stink
So, having learned of that problem
She’s not had them from that day
I gave them to Mother,
She feeds the foxes each day
I did warn her only one a week
Because of the side effect,
Eek!
Uncomfortable – Change of Treats
I’ve also got some other new treats
That my dog might like to try
But I think I’ll restrict them
Because making her uncomfortable
That doesn’t fly,
Due to her age, at just over 13,
Which if you translate is about 93
She has gotten to the stage
Where she doesn’t want to be
Going for walks out with me any more
So, she wanders around the garden
Having a sniff and a paw
Sniffing every bush and tree
Where the overnight creatures
Have peed and more, you see
Scaffolding – Quiet Now Reigns
The clanging has stopped
I think the neighbour
has sorted it you see
Because the wind and the rain
are still playing atrociously
And me,
I’m waiting for the weather to settle
For the rain to stop and the wind to fall
Then I can go outside and watch
the trees standing tall
But now it’s time for me
To go and get a cup of tea
Whilst watching
from my conservatory
With the cats who think
they are in charge of me,
Not a chance,
Hehe
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