Marg, you’ve reached the big Four-0,
And so this birthday rhyme
Will celebrate your life so far
And takes you back in time…
To __ December; a new family member,
1970 was the year,
A little Christmas Fairy, for Tommy and Mary
Brought early Christmas cheer!
Days hard to beat on ______ Street
With Maria, John, Ian and Julie
A happy child, sensible and mild
Never acting unduly!
Fab at Forty, but never been naughty
In fact a goody two-shoes, I’m told
A Prefect at school, living by the rules
Always good as gold!
A sweet disposition; an aspiring musician
Marg took up playing the guitar
In the school choir, Marg never did tire
Of singing “There’s No One Quite Like Grandma”!
All passes, no fails, at St Frances De Sales
Led to a place at Broughton Hall
Where term after term, our little bookworm
Was determined to give it her all!
Marg’s guilty pleasure is her ‘made-to-measure’
A shopaholic from an early age,
Working all she could at Littlewoods
To blow all of her Saturday wage!
Our Scouse version of Kyles, experimenting with styles
Growing up, trying the latest trends
Her hair was less WOW and more 80’s T’Pau,
Unrecognisable to her friends!
Panic stricken, once caught eating chicken
Hot out of the oven one day
As Marg did allege that she was a Veg
..Some would say that’s definitely FOUL play!
Marg took great pains pulling pints at Cains
Back in ’93 when hired,
By Wiggy and Griff and good friend Nik
Although her skills left a lot to be desired!
Next at the Croc, Marg hid her shock
I’m surprised we didn’t appal,
In our messy state, meeting our new mate,
The party girls of Childwall!
Well, we didn’t offend, as our new found friend
Joined us on a jaunt to Falaraki
To party and revel, although Lynsey’s Breville
Still made Marg question if we were tacky!
Marbella was funny, running out of money
When we couldn’t spend the euro any faster,
To economise, we cooked up a surprise,
…Tomato soup to top our pasta!
Dressed as sexy Robin, the fellas hearts were throbbin’
In Marbella, on Christina’s hen do
And at the Dubai Cup, the jockey’s were all fired up
At Marg, the Man Magnet, it’s true!
With the girls, globetrotting the world,
Plenty of laughter and tears,
We’ve made memories galore and I’m sure there’ll be more,
As we roll on down the years!
So, if there’s one thing you take, from this birthday keepsake
Then Margaret please let it be this:
You’re a friend so true, and we all love you
Here’s to you, our Little Miss Chris!
So a BIG ‘Congratulations’,
Let the celebrations start
Please raise your glass, to a lady who’s world class
And forever young at heart!!
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, 5 December 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
Through Ellen's Eyes - A Celebration of John Lennon's Life
Dedicated to my Mum xxx
THROUGH ELLEN'S EYES
Mum was cleaning in the kitchen
She smashed a plate in disbelief
Wiped the suds onto her dressing gown
And ran upstairs to share her grief.
The radio broke it to him
Dad already knew
I didn’t feel their pain that day
For I was barely two.
Can forty lines of poetry
Condense forty iconic years?
And celebrate a legend,
A legend to his peers.
John Winston Ono Lennon
Requires no introduction
Musician, peace activist, artist
No manufactured production.
Her ‘Favourite Beatle’ my Mum says.
‘Loved him’, she quietly sighs.
“The words were almost irrelevant”
To the crystal memories in her eyes.
I listen to regaled anecdotes
‘Beatle mania’ in Liverpool.
Front page of the Echo
Mum pictured ‘sagging’ Sacred Heart School.
To welcome home her heroes
A Castle Street homecoming joy
‘It was worth the reprimand’
To see her Nowhere Boy.
I begin to realise her honour
To be part of this privileged history.
‘Chapman was a madman,
The world’s eighth mystery’.
A Mersey pride has grown inside
And I truly appreciate
The landmarks our friends flock to
Penny Lane, Mendips, Strawberry Fields gate.
But most of all I’ll remain grateful
For many years to come
To see history through different eyes,
….Ellen’s eyes, not Mum.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Italian Wedding - July 2010
Sample (14 verses)
1
Welcome to this wedding celebration,
Here today, at Don Pedro
To celebrate their new life; Dean and his beautiful ’wife’,
The ‘former’ Miss Amy Devereux!
2
Congratulations to the newly-weds,
Please join me in a toast,
To the new Mr. and Mrs. Cannon,
On the exquisite Amalfi Coast!
3
On behalf of both our newly-weds,
Accept their welcome; warm and hearty
To guests who’ve travelled near and far…
Or from the ‘Conca Party’!!!!
4
A special mention to Carol and Eileen, the two fantastic Mums,
I hear Carol narrowly missed the church today,
Limbering up in Legs, Bums and Tums!!!!
5
It’s a love story so true, of a young Amy-Lou
Who was swept off her feet, aged fifteen
By a guy who just knew, they’d one day say “I do”….
The start of Amy and Dean!!!!
6
They shared their first embrace, at the ‘East Lancs’ Showcase
On 8th January ‘99
To see ‘Enemy of the State’, although they left at half eight….
For Amy’s curfew was 9pm!!!!!
7
In their early courting days, they were set in their ways
And wined and dined on Old Hall Street
But were soon impressed, by the Albert Dock’s ‘Est Est Est’….
And swopped chicken nuggets for olives and meat!
9
Last year in Dubai, there wasn’t a dry eye
Exactly 10 years from their first date.
Dean knelt before Amy-Lou, and said “I love you,
…I think 10 years is long enough to wait”!!!!
10
He turned to his ‘belle’ in the Ritz Carlton hotel
And asked “Will you marry me”?
This young firefighter, knew how to ignite ‘er,
As Amy’s answer is plain to see!!!!!
11
A flash limousine, arrived at the scene,
As Amy admired her ring, so prettily
She had now bagged her man and was starting to plan
Her dream wedding in Sorrento, Italy!
12
Two smiling faces, arrived at Dubai races,
And with family, they shared their delight
Betting and bubbles, toasted the happy couple
As they danced long into the night!!
1
Welcome to this wedding celebration,
Here today, at Don Pedro
To celebrate their new life; Dean and his beautiful ’wife’,
The ‘former’ Miss Amy Devereux!
2
Congratulations to the newly-weds,
Please join me in a toast,
To the new Mr. and Mrs. Cannon,
On the exquisite Amalfi Coast!
3
On behalf of both our newly-weds,
Accept their welcome; warm and hearty
To guests who’ve travelled near and far…
Or from the ‘Conca Party’!!!!
4
A special mention to Carol and Eileen, the two fantastic Mums,
I hear Carol narrowly missed the church today,
Limbering up in Legs, Bums and Tums!!!!
5
It’s a love story so true, of a young Amy-Lou
Who was swept off her feet, aged fifteen
By a guy who just knew, they’d one day say “I do”….
The start of Amy and Dean!!!!
6
They shared their first embrace, at the ‘East Lancs’ Showcase
On 8th January ‘99
To see ‘Enemy of the State’, although they left at half eight….
For Amy’s curfew was 9pm!!!!!
7
In their early courting days, they were set in their ways
And wined and dined on Old Hall Street
But were soon impressed, by the Albert Dock’s ‘Est Est Est’….
And swopped chicken nuggets for olives and meat!
9
Last year in Dubai, there wasn’t a dry eye
Exactly 10 years from their first date.
Dean knelt before Amy-Lou, and said “I love you,
…I think 10 years is long enough to wait”!!!!
10
He turned to his ‘belle’ in the Ritz Carlton hotel
And asked “Will you marry me”?
This young firefighter, knew how to ignite ‘er,
As Amy’s answer is plain to see!!!!!
11
A flash limousine, arrived at the scene,
As Amy admired her ring, so prettily
She had now bagged her man and was starting to plan
Her dream wedding in Sorrento, Italy!
12
Two smiling faces, arrived at Dubai races,
And with family, they shared their delight
Betting and bubbles, toasted the happy couple
As they danced long into the night!!
Sunday, 14 March 2010
An Ode to our Lovely Mum!
This birthday wish is dedicated
To our Mum who's Super Sixty!
We'd like to take you back in time
To the year of 1950!!
Wednesday, **th March
A spring day; so bright but chilly
Ellen Marie graced the H**** family
…the arrival of 'Little Willie'!!
Baby sister to John, Gerard and Sheila,
Daughter to Emiline and John,
Those days hard to beat on Jubilee Street
The best girl in seven streets, bar none!
A quiet child, sensitive and mild,
A pupil at Sacred Heart, Hall Lane
At weekends she’d play, at ‘Paradise’ all day
With bezzies, Kathleen and Elaine!
One day at the Oller, poor Ellen did holler
When she fell on corrugated iron and rubble
Curiosity killed the cat while chasing a rat
And got her into BIG trouble!
Remember the time she went ape
When Gerard fed her a grape
Then confessed it was a sheep's eye
Oh what a-to-do! If only ‘ewe’ knew,
Gerard was telling a porkie pie!
It put her in good stead, that time before bed,
When Ellen gorged on Pontefract Cakes
Just her and big sis; and a MOUND of liquorice
Little girls with BIG belly aches!
A night out in the Victoriana, turned into a drama
After a dance and a drink
In the heat of the night, Ellen's dress felt tight,
…..her mini was starting to shrink!
A new place of work, did have its perks
When Ellen met her first love, so true
Dad turned on the charm,
As he stuck out his arm
And asked, "how about me and you?!!!"
Dad knew how to please
As the encounter at Plesseys
Was the start of Ellen and John
Soon they set the date, for St Timothy's church gate
**th August 1971!!!
A beautiful bride, (John swelled with pride)
As elegant as can be,
Fast forward a few years, now up to her ears
In a 'sea of pink'…...times 3!!
A happy abode on N***** Road
Karen, 4; and newborn twins,
Her work was cut out, without out a doubt,
With uniforms, bottles, nappy pins…..!!!
E-v-e-r-y morning at 8 - let's call this 'Hair-gate'
We'd queue up, 'I'm first!!! It's MEEEEE!!'
Until Mum flipped her lid with the squabbling kids
And snapped the Denman brush over her knee!!!
We soon understood, if we hadn’t been good,
(Although it was always tongue in cheek)
When once in a while Mum’s sparkling smile
Would turn into gritted teeth!
Mum made us beautiful clothes, adorned with bows,
And this I cannot lie,
Her homemade pud, never tasted so good,
Ellen's 'infamous' Apple Pie!
So what's the secret to your success, Mum,
Of your youthful and radiant air
Is it your 5-a-day from a 'Cabernet'?!
If its good genes, we hope you’ll share!
Joking apart, straight from the heart,
You're Mum, but best friend too,
A wonderful Nana to Eva and Greta,
Very much, we all love you x
So now you're turning 60
We don't think you'll ever look back
Just don't make a fuss while riding the bus
With odd boots; one brown, one black!
Thanks to our friends and family
Who are here to celebrate today
To join us toast our lovely Mum
Who is so special in every way!
So a BIG ‘Congratulations’
Let the celebrations start
Please raise your glass,
To a lady who’s world class
And forever young at heart!!!
To our Mum who's Super Sixty!
We'd like to take you back in time
To the year of 1950!!
Wednesday, **th March
A spring day; so bright but chilly
Ellen Marie graced the H**** family
…the arrival of 'Little Willie'!!
Baby sister to John, Gerard and Sheila,
Daughter to Emiline and John,
Those days hard to beat on Jubilee Street
The best girl in seven streets, bar none!
A quiet child, sensitive and mild,
A pupil at Sacred Heart, Hall Lane
At weekends she’d play, at ‘Paradise’ all day
With bezzies, Kathleen and Elaine!
One day at the Oller, poor Ellen did holler
When she fell on corrugated iron and rubble
Curiosity killed the cat while chasing a rat
And got her into BIG trouble!
Remember the time she went ape
When Gerard fed her a grape
Then confessed it was a sheep's eye
Oh what a-to-do! If only ‘ewe’ knew,
Gerard was telling a porkie pie!
It put her in good stead, that time before bed,
When Ellen gorged on Pontefract Cakes
Just her and big sis; and a MOUND of liquorice
Little girls with BIG belly aches!
A night out in the Victoriana, turned into a drama
After a dance and a drink
In the heat of the night, Ellen's dress felt tight,
…..her mini was starting to shrink!
A new place of work, did have its perks
When Ellen met her first love, so true
Dad turned on the charm,
As he stuck out his arm
And asked, "how about me and you?!!!"
Dad knew how to please
As the encounter at Plesseys
Was the start of Ellen and John
Soon they set the date, for St Timothy's church gate
**th August 1971!!!
A beautiful bride, (John swelled with pride)
As elegant as can be,
Fast forward a few years, now up to her ears
In a 'sea of pink'…...times 3!!
A happy abode on N***** Road
Karen, 4; and newborn twins,
Her work was cut out, without out a doubt,
With uniforms, bottles, nappy pins…..!!!
E-v-e-r-y morning at 8 - let's call this 'Hair-gate'
We'd queue up, 'I'm first!!! It's MEEEEE!!'
Until Mum flipped her lid with the squabbling kids
And snapped the Denman brush over her knee!!!
We soon understood, if we hadn’t been good,
(Although it was always tongue in cheek)
When once in a while Mum’s sparkling smile
Would turn into gritted teeth!
Mum made us beautiful clothes, adorned with bows,
And this I cannot lie,
Her homemade pud, never tasted so good,
Ellen's 'infamous' Apple Pie!
So what's the secret to your success, Mum,
Of your youthful and radiant air
Is it your 5-a-day from a 'Cabernet'?!
If its good genes, we hope you’ll share!
Joking apart, straight from the heart,
You're Mum, but best friend too,
A wonderful Nana to Eva and Greta,
Very much, we all love you x
So now you're turning 60
We don't think you'll ever look back
Just don't make a fuss while riding the bus
With odd boots; one brown, one black!
Thanks to our friends and family
Who are here to celebrate today
To join us toast our lovely Mum
Who is so special in every way!
So a BIG ‘Congratulations’
Let the celebrations start
Please raise your glass,
To a lady who’s world class
And forever young at heart!!!
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