Introductions

Well, here it is, my first blog ever. It's never too late to start something new, I should get a T shirt made with that slogan on it. I've been meaning to start a blog for ages but....well, the truth is I'm the definition of technophobe. I was just reading a writing website and it mentioned 'Blogger' I was attracted to this site because it said 'Easy to use' I've heard that one before. I'll see how it goes. I don't know about anybody else but whenever I sign up to a new site, Facebook, Twitter, Blogger....and am asked to write a profile, I freeze. I wonder if this is normal. I have decided to leave it for now until something interesting pops into my head - it could be a while!

I like writing poetry so I think I might use this blog to showcase some of my efforts. I would appreciate your feedback.

SNOW JOKE – a Lancashire tale

Bill the grumpy man next door  

Often gave my mum what for

Her little cherubs he complained

Were running wild and unrestrained

Chance came for sweet revenge one day

As she beckoned us to come and play

In snow that had fallen two feet deep

While we’d been drifting off to sleep

What possessed him we don’t know

But Bill had been and cleared our snow

Perhaps the path was his device

To end the feud and break the ice

But mummy’s angels had been wronged

And for this moment she had longed

A chance to air her deep frustration

Off she stormed for a confrontation

Face to frosty face she came

With the perpetrator of her pain

Hands on hips she pursed her lips

Warrave yer done wi’ our snow? she quipped

Bill was taken quite aback

By this incredulous attack

I’ve cleared a path for you he mumbled

Put that snow back, it’s ours she grumbled

Bill’s jaw dropped in disbelief

Lost for words that slippery thief

The poor old wretch had met his match

When he ventured on to mummy’s patch

So off he trundled with his spade

Quite disgruntled and dismayed

To re-instate our stolen snow

Truth or fiction?  No - one knows