Just-in-Rhyme

For the love of money

2012-02-01T11:31:00.003Z

For the love of money is the root of all evil!

You'll do anything to get it, even if it's illegal!

Selling drugs to the young kids at the local school gate!

Your heart loves no people cos it's burning full of hate

So long as you've got money; all you care about is you!

Behind you is destruction, murder, broken homes too!

Whores snorting coke, they sell themselves so they can stay alive

They have no other place to go; they please you to survive!

You think you're one hard man with your cash and your guns,

Your women on the streets and your daily drug runs.

Surrounded by your bodyguards - doing as you say

You're like a wild animal hunting for its prey

It doesn't matter who you cross, one day ya gonna die
Then you will see that your life was one immoral lie!
No more money, no more coke, no more women in your bed
Cos there will be nothin when ya stone cold dead!

The Stringy Shopping Bag

2011-12-18T08:55:00.001Z

We are told to avoid plastic bags:

They’re not good for the O-Zone

So I bought myself a stringy bag

To carry all my stuff home.

It started off so tiny

I wondered if it would cope

With all the things I had to buy

From tins to bars of soap

Trolley loaded to the brim

I was as proud as proud can be,

I was helping the environment

With my bag so small and stretchy

I waited in the checkout line

Carrier firmly in my hand!

Proud I was of that stringy bag

I was going to save this land!

The lady behind the checkout desk

Scanned everything in my trolley.

I started to put things in that bag

I was feeling rather jolly!

The bag began to stretch right out

It became twice its normal size

I shoved and squeezed, puffed out my cheeks

I really was surprised.

The amount of things that bag could hold

Amazed everyone in that store,

Because when I thought it was done

I could squeeze in something more.

The food kept coming down the belt

My bag was becoming huge

But still I pushed and shoved things in

My face was rather rouge.

That stringy bag, I thought would break

But it was strong as steel.

I filled and filled it to the brim

With every kind of meal

When at last I came to pay,

My look changed from proud, to funny

Because I’d not brought my leather bag

Which contained all my money.

So with a face as red as fire

I had to unpack that bag;

The woman behind the checkout desk

Was looking rather mad!

The manager came over to me

And waved his great big hand!

And said in angry, vicious tones

“Do this again and you’ll be banned!”

So all forlorn, I left that place

Stringy bag shrunk to normal size

Looking back at the superstore

I wiped large tears from my eyes!

The moral of the story is

You may want to save this land,

But make sure you bring your money with you

To stop you from being banned!

The Bright Morning Star

2011-12-04T14:44:00.001Z

This can be sung to the tune Kingsfold

I looked and saw the baby small

Lying in a stable bare.

His head was resting on the straw

No royal robes to wear.

The stench rose up and touched his nose;

It was likened to our sin!

The baby came to die for us;

He is the King of kings!

The shepherds sat in fields at night

With darkness all around!

The silence broke; with heavenly song,

The angels' joyful sound.

The darkness of the world will break

For the Light of Salvation's come!

The Saviour of the world is here

To take His children home!

The wise men came from lands afar

Bearing presents for the King!

They brought gold and frankincense and myrrh:

The future, they did bring!

The Heavenly Babe, the Morning Star,

To a darkened world, brings light!

Accept the Saviour as your own:

He dispels the inward night!

Written 4th December 2011

Exercise A-B-C

2011-11-28T06:14:00.001Z

A for Aerobics it gets the heartpumping

B for Bungy come on let's getjumping

C for Cardio - we must keep itstrong

D for Drumming and singing a song

E for Exercise it keeps us quitetrim

F for Foxtrot let's dance til we'reslim

G for Golf let's stay under par

H for Hockey don't hit it too far

I for Interesting - exercise must be

J for Jumping but not out of a tree

K for Kite-flying high up in the sky

L for Lunging - it's good for thethighs

M for Marathon - don't forget to train

N for Netball, but not in the rain

O for Octopushy in your local pool

P for Polo - riding horses, how cool

Q for Queen of the disco you are

R for Rumba - Oh what a star

S for Salsacise - with a Latinotheme

T for Tango - with a hunk, what adream

U for Undoing those couch potatohabits

V for Volleyball - jump up like somerabbits

W for Watersports - skiing anddiving

X for Xtreme sports - how are yousurviving?

Y for Yachting - sailing over thewaves

Z for Zumba - the latest exercisecraze

©Carolyn Davison

Alphabet Dieting

2011-11-28T06:10:00.001Z

Aerobics is something we should all do
Because it's good for our hearts
Cardiovascular is the buzz word
Dancing becomes a fine art

Elegant ladies in skimpy bright tops
Funky and trendy as well
Gym's full of women keeping so fit
How they all look really swell

Imagine a life without any flab
Jumping and bouncing about
Kitted in the most fabulous clothes
Looking forward to all those nightsout

Minis and skimpies, jeans andbikinis
Nothing would be holding us back
Ordinary women, becoming princesses
Perfect, cause nothing we lack!

Quests we on for a body so svelt
Raunchy as raunchy can be
Sexy and gorgeous, turning all heads
Turning 3-60 degrees

Under this flab we all wanna be
Vixens wanting to get out
We should all do our fitness DVDs
Xcellent then we shall shout

Y do we falter when it's easy aspie?
Zealous dieters we should be..
So let's get planning our menus and things
Starting from A-Z [Zee]

©Carolyn Davison

Blame it on the Chocolate

2011-11-28T06:07:00.001Z

My baby's always eatin' and it wouldn't be abad thing
But I don't get no chocolate', that's no lie
We spent the night in Renoeatin Jalapenos
From that night I kissed my waistline goodbye

Don't blame it on the salad
Don't blame it on the spinach
Don't blame it on tomatoes
Blame it on the chocolate

That nasty chocolate bugs me, but somehow itdeceived me
Spellbound I have to buy more from the shop
It’s changed my life completely, now my clothes don’t fit me
And my shoes have gone up another size

Don't blame it on the salad
Don't blame it on the spinach
Don't blame it on the tomatoes
Blame it on the chocolate

I just can't, I just can't
I just can't control my mouth
I just can't, I just can't
I just can't control my mouth

This magic foodjust grooves me, the fish and chips just fools me
The devilled chicken's gotten to be eaten tonight
I'm full of junk and calories, I got heartburn inside me
Chocolate's even better in France

Don't blame it on the salad
Don't blame it on the spinach
Don't blame it on the tomatoes
Blame it on the chocolate

©Carolyn Davison

My Grampy's Pet

2011-11-28T05:37:00.001Z

A long time ago
When ships had sails
My Grampy was a sailor
Sailing from Wales

His father before him
Sailed the wide blue
In ships full of young
Enthusiastic crew

My grampy sailed to the African Coast
And picked up an animal
That was finer than most

He was oh so tiny
His fur was so black
His eyes were so doleful
Nothing he lacked

My grampy brought home
That beautiful boy
Nurtured and cared for him
Like a special new toy

But that tiny monkey
Just grew and he grew
Until he was so big
My grampy didn't know
What to do

So he put round his neck
A thick steel chain
To stop him from running away
In the rain

But the creature grew so strong
It snapped every link
And bit my dear grampy
Oh! What to think!

My great-grandmother cried
"This thing is a killer!
How could you bring home
A massive gorilla?

"You must let him go
I can bear it no more
Please take this animal
Out of the door!"

"OK dearest mother!"
My Grampy replied
"I will send him off!"
"Oh good!" she sighed

"But please do not hurt him
I don't want him to be
In terrible pain because of
Your foolery!"

So great granny went out
To bring in provisions!
My grampy had to make
An important decision.

How to get rid of that
Creature so black!
To Africa he couldn't
Take the boy back

So he went to a neighbour
And borrowed a gun
And shot that poor creature
Who weighed half a ton!

The moral of the story is
Do not bring back
Cute little creatures
So tiny and black

They may not be

What you expected at all
Like the big black gorilla

Who was 6 foot tall...

©Carolyn Davison

Apparently so the story goes - my grampy DID bring back what he thought was a cute little monkey who grew up to be a massive male gorilla. The creature bit my Grampy (in the neck), broke his chain etc!

My grampy and is brother apparently shoot the poor animal while their mother was out - they cleaned up the house where they shot him before their mother came home and told her the gorilla didn't feel a thing!

Whether this was just an adventure story made up for his kids and grandchildren, I don't know - my grampy was a character - he died in 1990! (He did have a scar on his neck)

He used to play for Shirley Bassey in the pubs before she became famous! (I wonder if she remembers him...) He played banjo (and I think guitar)! Cool guy with a great sense of humour!

The Gulf

2011-11-28T05:33:00.001Z

There it is, so vast and empty
Darkness covering such a span
No way over for the person
Massive gulf 'tween God and man

Sin destroyed the pure communion
That God had with His Creation!
Gulf so dark, so vast, so empty
Separating God from every nation

There He stands in finest glory
The One to come and bridge the span
The One who willingly came from heaven
The One true God who comes as Man

Gulf so vast, so dark and empty
Created at the awful Fall
But there lies One to restore communion
Tiny Babe in animal stall

There it is so dark and empty
No way to God; all seems a loss
But on a hill outside the city
A man is nailed to the cross

The gulf so dark, lonely, empty
Is being breached by this Man
Dying to provide us with redemption
Making a way across the span

There He hangs dead on the tree
God who came from human womb
But the gulf is being covered
As He lies in darkest tomb

Oh the cross, so evil, wicked
God had used to complete His plan
The Sinless One - He now is risen
Through His death we cross the span

©Carolyn Davison

Feminine Oppression

2011-11-28T05:30:00.001Z

If I wore a burka
You wouldn't see my toes
If I wore a niqaj
You wouldn't see my nose

If I wore a hijab
You wouldn't see my hair
If I wore dark glasses
You really wouldn't care

I could be invisible
Be a peeking tom
Or if I was adventurous
Wear an atom bomb

Burka, Niqaj, Hijab clothes
Signs of feminine oppression
Symbols of women slaves in chains;
Of husband's sad possession

If I wore a mini skirt
You'd see more than my toes
If I wore a jewelled stud
It could be through my nose

If I did a Britney
I'd shave off all my hair
If I wore contacts
Would you really care?

I could stand out in the crowd
Be a drama queen,
Get drunk on a Saturday night
You know what I mean?

Mini skirts and skimpy tops
Lots of material possessions;
Greed and lust and gluttony,
Different oppressions

©Carolyn Davison

My Avon Things

2011-11-28T05:27:00.001Z

Creams in the cupboard

And gels in the shower

Avon cosmetics gives

Each girl some power

Make up in drawers and

Necklace and rings

These are a few of my Avon things

PJs in wardrobe

And soap on the white sink

Fragrance and powders

Which give out a nice stink

Splash on for our blokes;

They smell just like kings

These are a few of my Avon things

Lotions for wrinkles

And shampoo for all hair

Of course we look great

People just stop and stare

Toys for our kiddies

Lots of shining bling

These are a few of my Avon things

When the crunch bites

When the bills sting

When things are getting bad

We all take our brochures and put them through doors

We cannot be quite so sad

©Carolyn Davison 9/9/10

Elvis' Songs Story

2011-11-28T05:18:00.001Z

OK, not technically a poem, but here it is all the same:

As I walked in the ghetto one day there was trouble when I stepped on someone's new blue suede shoes and tripped over their hound dog! A guy yelled across the street and said,

"Hey little sister, don't be cruel, you got a wooden heart?. If you keep that up it's a matter of time 'til ya unplugged!"

I have to admit that I was all shook up and felt like I had a fever on my brow.

"You don't know me," I shouted back, "I'm not the devil in disguise. A fool such as I doesn't mean to do those things. It's just too much that you think I'm cruel. I feel so bad and I beg of you to treat me nice. How do you think I feel? I just can't help believing that I've got a lot of lovin' to do. I have a feeling in my body that I have to surrender to you! I am wondering, are you lonesome tonight? I gotta know!"

"Lawdy Miss Clawdy, a little less conversation. You're a heartbreaker so I've heard! I got stung once before by way down in the bar called Blue Moon of Kentucky! In good ole Nevada! Viva Las Vegas is all I can say!"

"But it's now or never! I am paralyzed by your gaze, just don't have blue eyes crying in the rain. I'm doin the best I can under the circumstances. I am looking for fame and fortune, but also a guitar man who is playing for keeps. Reconsider baby or else I may have to stay in heartbreak hotel and you wouldn't want that!"

"That's alright mama, my happiness is a good luck charm to me - I don't need no one else, little darlin'!"

Sentimental me - that's who I am! I guess it would have been a one sided love affair anyway! Poor boy, it's him who's missing out! If I can dream then where's the harm in that? I guess he will be always on my mind! I have one broken heart for sale now because I was trying to get to you and be in your arms! I thought I was the one and you would love me tender! Such a night of romance we could have had! But instead you would rather be at home with old shep! I'll hold you in my heart and never return to sender. The wonder of you makes me think that any place is paradise!

"The lady loves me!" He said turning to his girl, "but she's not you - Phew!" he said looking at his woman! "I'm left, you're right and she's gone and as long as I have you, let me be your teddy bear!"

His woman was a girl of my best friend. I had such a night of sadness and a mess of blues! Oh well I was trying to get you, but now you've lost that loving feeling I will have a blue Christmas and be solitaire forever!

The Flute Examiner

2011-11-28T05:12:00.001Z

He sat there in the corner
Glasses poised upon his nose
Looking over the top of them
With a very superior pose

I raised my flute up to my lips
And gave a mighty blow
But nothing came out of it
And I went a healthy glow

He raised an eyebrow very high
He looked rather not amused
I tried again to get a note
But I was much bemused

The silly thing just wouldn't make
A beautiful haunting sound
So I gave it an almighty blow
And my cloth fell to the ground

I looked back at the man sat there
Not a smile upon his face
I thought I'd better play my tune
Before I left that place

So off I went again to try
And play my pretty tunes
This time I blew, a note came out
Not a minute or so too soon

My tune went loud then went quiet
Largo then Allegro
I had to play some chromatic scales
And one or two arpeggios

Up and down my scales I raced
Like a mighty rushing wind
My minors didn't sound too good
He looked like I had sinned

All through the exam
He sat and wrote
Upon his clean white pad
I wondered if he ever thought
I was good or bad

Thank you sir, I said to him
About to leave the room
When over his glasses, he looked at me
And in a mighty voice did boom

"But wait you cannot leave me yet
For you still have not finished!"
He played some notes and I had to choose
dominant or diminished

Shaking like a leaf I stood
By the grand piano forte
I really felt like I wasn't good
But very very naughty

He played a piece and I had to choose
Whether it was fast or slow
Or if it went very loud
Or had a dimin-u-endo

I breathed a huge sigh of relief
When he told me it had ended
I dropped my flute upon his foot
It's not what I intended

I picked up my flute
And hurriedly
Put it in its case
I threw my music into my bag
And ran fast from that place

For quite a while I had to wait
Before my results arrived
I'm happy to say
I passed that day
I got one hundred and five!

© Carolyn Davison (2009)

Did You Not See?

2011-11-22T08:26:00.001Z

Did you not see the brochure,

I posted it through your front door?

I hope you see the offers,

And want to order a lot more!

Oh saw you not my brochure

As it landed on your mat?

Avon sells more than make-up

What do you think of that?

Though not all will look at it!

Some may put it in the bin!

They don't know what theyy're missing!

The products are so fab!

Did you not see my lipstick?

Its bright and shiny wrapper!

And my trendy handbag,

I'm looking very dapper!

Oh saw you not my blusher

Brushed on my rounded cheeks?

I order all the products

Every 3 weeks!

©Carolyn Davison

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2011-11-21T07:50:00.000Z

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Up on the Rooftop (Avon)

2011-11-20T19:16:00.001Z

Up on the roof top reindeer pause

Out jumps good ole Santa Claus

He looks so miffed as miffed can be

Cos everyone's bought Avon from me

Ho ho ho!

He didn't go

Ho ho ho

He didn't go

Up on the rooftop

Click click click

No more chimney

For good Saint Nick

First comes the lippy

For little Nell!

Good ole Avon

With its smells!

Put in mascara

Yes that's right

She'll look good

On Christmas night

Ho ho ho!

He didn't go

Ho ho ho

He didn't go

Up on the rooftop

Click click click

No more chimney

For good Saint Nick

Next fill the stocking

With fragrant treats

And some blusher

For her cheeks!

Here is some jewellery

To accessorise

She will have a

Wonderful surprise

Ho ho ho!

He didn't go

Ho ho ho

He didn't go

Up on the rooftop

Click click click

No more chimney

For good Saint Nick

©Carolyn Davison (written 20th November 2011)

Gentle Baby - Dying Lamb - Risen Saviour

2011-11-20T18:57:00.000Z

Gently formed in maiden’s womb
The Redeemer of mankind.
Small and weak and helpless
Being formed to heal the blind

Tiny arms and tiny legs
Stretching in the womb
Being formed to die for us;
To defeat death in the tomb

Gentle babe, no kingly robes
Swaddling band as humble sheet.
Naked in birth, naked in death
Nails will pierce His feet.

Fingers grasping Mary’s hand
Smile upon His face.
Nails driven through His palms
He dies to take our place

Safely in His mother’s arms
No love for Him she lacks.
Becoming sin for all He calls
His Father turns His back.

Beautiful babe in animal stall
Life in every breath.
Lying in a darkened tomb
Conquering hell and death.

Heavenly babe lying still
Prophetic gifts are given.
Tomb lies empty
The Saviour lives!
He intercedes in heaven.

©Carolyn Davison (written 3rd December 2009)

The Precious Gift

2011-11-20T18:52:00.000Z

No shining tinsel in the stall
No Christmas wreaths upon the wall
No lights nor tree, no singing stranger
Just a small babe in a manger

No decorations in the stable
No plump turkey on the table
No moist pudding or Christmas cake
But a babe who came for our sake

No ringing bells in church steeple
No celebration, nor laughing people
No stockings, no baubles on the tree
Just a babe who was from eternity

No pomp offered to the King
No rich palace for Him to live in
Just a manger and a stall
For the only Precious Gift of all

No religious leader came to Him;
But shepherds and some wise kings.
A lowly place of manger and stall
For the only Precious Gift of all

©Carolyn Davison

There is a Time

2011-11-20T18:49:00.000Z

Christmas is a time for giving
A time for self-sacrifice
A time of fun and laughter
A joyous time for living

Christmas is a time for sharing
A time for songs
A time for eating and drinking
A time to start caring

Christmas is a time for family and friends
A time for peace
A time for lights
A time we wished there was no end

Christmas is a time we should remember
A time to reflect
A time to recall!
It's not just another day in December

In the fulness of time God sent
His only begotten Son
Who lived a life we could not
To Calvary He went

In the fulness of time He will come again
From the place beyond our comprehension
He will take His redeemed
To the place where there is no time

©Carolyn Davison

The Virtuous Woman

2011-11-20T18:47:00.000Z

Who is this wife

So rare and precious

Who has a worth above a gem?

Who is the man

Who safely trusts her?

He is above all other men.

Who is this wife

Who does him good

Who works hard with her hands?

Who cooks with love

She brings him food

From a myriad of lands.

Who is this wife

Rising at night

To feed those in her home?

She works with love

And tenderness

With joy, and not a moan.

Who is this wife?

She sees a field

She buys it for some vines

To grow fresh grapes

So she can make

Some rare and precious wines.

Who is this wife

Who works all day?

Her lamp is lit all night

She spins and weaves;

Makes fine clothes

Her heart just shines with light.

Who is this wife

Who sees the need

Of those so poorly fed?

She reaches out

Her eager hands

To give them living bread.

Who is this wife

Who has no fear

Of snow within her breast?

Her family are

Always clothed

With the finest and the best.

Who is this wife

Of wisdom rare

Kindness upon her tongue?

Glory, praise

And honour are hers

As a song of joy is sung!

Blessed is this wife

Who works

For the glory of her Lord

Strength and virtue

She shall wear

And honour is her word

Deceitful is all

Worldly charm;

Beauty passes away!

But the one who

Serves and obeys the Lord,

A crown will wear one day.

©Carolyn Davison

When the Lord Speaks

2011-11-20T18:45:00.000Z

I wanted to have a career
I didn't want to be at home
I wanted to be like other women
So all I did was moan

I wanted to have a big house
I wanted my own car
I wanted lots of holidays
To countries, near and far

But the Lord in all His tenderness
One day, took me aside
And said - "My dear daughter!"
These I can provide

"But I didn't call you to go out to work
To have your own career
I wanted you at home so that
You'd have time to draw near

"My Son is building a house for you;
A mansion in the sky
You do not need these worldly things
You're the apple of my eye

"So come dear daughter, the one I saved,
Your life is fulfilled in Me.
I will love and provide for you
Throughout eternity!"

So now I see God's plan for me
Is to serve Him in my home
I have a peace all over me
And now I never moan

©Carolyn Davison (6th June 2008)

Oh Dearie Dearie Me

2011-11-20T17:51:00.000Z

The week just gone - in rhyme...

Oh dearie dearie me

What have I gone and done

I've eaten so much junk this week

I could eclipse the sun.

I started off really good

With my RC Solo Slim

Sticking to the dieting plan

Not quite hitting the gym...

Then it struck, the other day

A migraine I had

I haven't stopped eating guff

I feel really really bad

2 packs of crisps at lunch time

2 doughnuts for my tea

A myriad of other things

What's happening to me?

I've just polished off a box

Of M&S Mini Mince Pies

If I gain weight next week

It won't be a big surprise!

Where has my self discipline gone?

Why is it so hard

To stick to a menu!

I'm really really baa'd (not sheepish though)

OK tomorrow I'm at a friends

So Tues it will have to be

Starting on the Solo Slim

And working through my DVD's (exercise ones of course)...

©Carolyn Davison 2011

Written 20th November 2011

Avon World

2011-11-20T17:32:00.001Z

Some buy from me, some just diss me

I think that’s OK

If I don’t give refunds or credit

They will walk away

They can choose and they can buy

From pages that are bright, that’s right

The customer with the cold hard cash

Is nearly always right, Cause they are

Buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that they are buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

Some like perfume, some like make-up

That’s all right with me.

Some don’t order from my brochure I

Have to let them be

Some use skincare and some use deo

I just hope they pay

Only those who spend their pennies

Make my rainy day, ‘Cause they are

Buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that they are buying from the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

Some sign-up and some say no

When I knock at their doors

Some just can’t stop selling Avon

And want to sell lots more

People come and people go

But that’s all right, you see

Sales Leadership has made me rich;

I’m always on T.V. Cause we are

Buying into the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl

You know that we are buying into the Avon world

And I am the Avon girl.

By Carolyn Davison 15th January 2011

Ding Dong Bells - an Avon Christmas

2011-11-20T17:29:00.001Z

Dashing through the snow
Delivering Avon books
Sliding as I go
Over frozen brooks
Bells on door posts ring
People turn on lights
I am burning calories
On this frozen night

Ding dong bells
Ding dong bells
Avon calling soon
The sky is clear
As clear as day
I can see the moon

OH

Ding dong bells
Ding dong bells
Avon calling here
Order all your brilliant gifts
VAT’s going up next year

A day or two ago

I took some brochures out

Slipped on the black ice

How I did shout

People opened doors

And came to have a look

So I took a great big chance

And gave them all a book

Ding dong bells

Avon calling soon

The sky is clear

As clear as day

I can see the moon

Ding dong bells

Avon calling here

Order all your brilliant gifts

VAT's going up next year

©Carolyn Davison 2010

Written by me 30th Nov 2010

Welcome to Avon

2011-11-20T17:26:00.001Z

Fun poem to welcome the new Avon President (2011)

[Scott Schlackman]

Welcome to Avon
President Scott
I think you'll agree
We're the best of the lot

We love to raise money
For various things;
By selling pink ribbons
And empowerment rings

We sell 'round the doors
Of our local 'hoods;
Ordering and selling
Some wonderful goods

From lipsticks to make-up
Shower gels and creams
We can't get enough,
Or so it would seem

We hold Avon parties
In houses or pubs
To boost our businesses:
Which we all love

Some of us even
Recruit for our teams,
So more and more people
Can access our creams

So we warmly welcome
You, to the UK
And say altogether -
"How ya doin' today?"

Imagine

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Imagine there's no Yahweh
Imagine if you can;
There'd be no earth or planets
No animals or man
Come on, imagine people, there'd be nothing here

Imagine there's no Jesus
If that's what ya wanna do;
Then what are our years for,
Christmas, Easter too?
Come on, imagine people, you would not celebrate

You
You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one
Cos millions of people
Believe in God's own Son

Imagine there's no religion
Life still wouldn't be fair
War would still rage around us
People wouldn't care!
Come on, imagine people, you have to have belief

You
You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one
Cos millions of people
Believe in God's own Son

©Carolyn Davison 2011 (17th June 2011)

The 12 Days of Badman's Christmas

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Some of you may remember this man - Badman - he wanted to change Home education forever with the most ridiculous proposals! I wrote the alternative version to the 12 Days of Christmas!

On the 1st day of Christmas Badman sent to me -

a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 2nd day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 3rd day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 4th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 Social Workers,

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 5th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 6th Day of Christmas Badman sent to me

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 7th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 8th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

8 Registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 9th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs

3 CRB Checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 10th day of Christmas Badman sent to me:

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 11th day of Christmas Badman sent to me

11 Government Policies,

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC;

On the 12th day of Christmas my shredder came to me so I shredded:

11 Government Policies,

10 dodgy curriculums,

9 Ed Advisors,

8 registrations,

7 UN Charters,

6 LEA Guidelines,

5 controlling things,

4 UNCRCs,

3 CRB checks,

2 social workers

and a Handbook on Modern PC!

The Day AFTER Christmas

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'Twas the day after Christmas

And all through the house

Were plenty of chocolates

Going in my mouth.

Some were all plain

Others white and milk

Some were bitter and

Others smooth as silk.

I opened the cupboard

And guess what fell out

But ooodles of biscuits

Oh I could shout,

But I kept very calm

As calm as could be

And opened a box,

And ate twenty-three

I daren't go on the scales

I dread what I'd find

I've probably gained weight

Oh what a bind.

Do not worry and

Do not despair

In a few days time

We'll be in next year

©Carolyn Davison

The Night Before Christmas (2)

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the nation
Christians were gathered
With joy and elation;
To celebrate the coming
Of their glorious King,
Who came to clean up
Their hearts full of sin.

He humbled Himself
Came as a babe in a crib
Living on earth
To love and forgive;
Healing the sick,
The lame and the blind
The demon-possessed
And the feeble of mind.

He taught many people
Redemption and grace
To love another
Through the trials they face.
He went to the cross
To show His pure love;
To take on the wrath
Of His Father above

After three days in the tomb
He arose!
Victor o’er death
And the vile hellish foes;
Now He’s ascended
To heaven above
The Great Intercessor
With a heart full of love!

So come let’s remember
On this Christmas Day
The wonderful Saviour
Who in a crib lay;
Will one day return
No longer a babe
To gather His people
He joyfully saved.

By Carolyn Davison

From

© Pools of Living Water 2009

The Night Before Christmas (1)

2011-11-20T17:16:00.000Z

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I think we can bet
That millions of people
Have gone into debt;
To buy special presents,
Some big and some small.
Some will be accepted,
Some not at all

Cupboards are loaded
With excesses of food
Fridges with beer,
Other alcohol too.
Children, excited
Won’t go to bed late,
They try to be good -
Make everyone a mate

Nothing will change
As they all grow
‘Cause Christmas is about
Goodwill, as you know.
So if someone knocks over
Your drink in the bar
You brush it aside
Just for one day a year

Have you ever stopped and wondered
Why it’s not the same
As other celebrations
You could care to name?
Is it really about
A fat man in red coat;
Lights, decorations
And carnival floats?

Is it about getting yourself
Into debt?
Getting uptight
And starting to fret?
Have I bought this
And have I bought that?
I mustn’t forget
My dear pet cat!

There’s far more to Christmas
Than you could ever expect.
A Man came to pay for
Your life full of debt;
He came to this earth
To live a life we could not
He paid for our sins
When He went to the cross

He was born in a stable,
A manger for a crib
He taught many people
How to love and forgive.
He even loves those
Who mock Him and tease
And try to destroy Him
By the lives that they lead

For 2,000 years people have
Tried to destroy
Every man, every woman,
Every girl, every boy
Who truly believes
That He is the One
Who is their Redeemer
And God’s only Son

But for 2,000 years
The church still goes on;
No liberal, no commie
Can destroy God’s own Son.
So whether you believe
He came to save YOU!
Have a very Merry Christmas
And Happy New Year too!

By Carolyn Davison

From

Remember Remember

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I remember remember the fifth of November;

The kids on the corners with guys!

They'd ask for a penny,

And if they got any

Their faces would look so surprised!

I remember remember the fifth of November

The sparklers we'd all whizz around

We'd write in the air

Avoiding our hair

Then toss them burnt out, on the ground

I remember remember the fifth of November

The rockets would fly way up high!

The bonfire was huge;

Heat making us rouge

With excitement you'd hear us all cry

I remember remember the fifth of November

The colours as bright as the sun.

Fireworks popped and whizzed

And sparkled and fizzed

Oh those nights were such fun!

Looking Back

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I looked in the mirror and what did I see?

But a lady with grey streaks, staring at me.

She had crow's feet in the corners of her eyes

And big shopping bags, which was a surprise!

It only seemed like a year and a day

When my pals called around and asked me to play;

With their long skipping ropes, and hula hoop rings,

Magna-doodles, gyroscopes and those funny springs

I remember the discos with bright spinning lights,

The hall full of teens, and the playground fights,

Marbles and 2 ball and if we were lucky,

We'd go to the park and play on the train,

And climb the tall slide, over and over again.

We'd play in the street until it got darker,

We'd knock on the doors, we'd turn and we'd scarper!

We thought we were cool in our bell-bottomed troose,

Our wide collared blouses and our platform shoes.

We listened to groups who wrote their own songs,

We'd never heard of computers and we never wore thongs!

Gone are the days of a simple childhood,

When T.V. wasn't colour; well, we thought it, good!

Now we have mobiles, computers and WiisTM

Our lives seem so rushed, we don't take our ease!

So as I stared back, I gave a big grin,

As I just remembered the times I'd lived in!

The lady grinned back and so I could see,

That lady with grey streaks, really was me!

Shallow Life

2011-11-20T17:10:00.000Z

Your life is as shallow as a half dug grave;
With your smoking and your drinking and your drug-filled raves!
You think you're cool with your body full of rings,
With your implanted horns and the trash that you sing!

Your life's in the gutter - as base as can be;
With your swearing and your sex-talk and your blas-phem-y!
You think you're cool with your breasts hanging out
With your mouth so vile as you scream and shout!

Your life is like rubbish that rots on a tip;
With your drinking binges, and your big fat spliff!
You think you're cool when you're high as a kite
When you go down the town and you start some fights!

Your life will end in a lonely, black grave;
Cos of your smoking and your drinking and your drug filled raves!
Nothing left behind but your bones and your rings,
Implanted horns, but no songs to sing

Deeper than the gutter - your coffin will be
No more swearing, no more sex-talk, no more blas-phem-y
No more low cut clothes with your breasts hanging out.
Silence, just silence, you won't scream or shout!

Your body will rot like rubbish on a tip;
Your time is done, like your burnt out spliff.
No more highs; no flying like a kite,
No more town trips and no more fights.

©Carolyn Davison 2011

Makin' Tracks

2011-11-20T17:07:00.000Z

Lookin' in the mirror, wanna look like my mummy
Lipstick on my face, lookin' very funny
When I grow up, wanna make lots of money
Wanna be a superstar
Wanna be a pop star

High hopes, makin' tracks
Wanna be famous
Don' wanna go back
To bein' nothin',
Nothin' at all
I want loads of fans
And be standin' tall
Everythin' revolvin' 'round ME!

Lookin' in the mirror, fixin' my hair,
Goin' on the stage, all my friends are there!
Livin' my life as if I don' care
Gonna be a superstar
Gonna be a pop star

In a studio makin' tracks
Gonna be famous
Don' wanna go back
To bein' nothin'
Nothin' at all
I want loads of fans
And be standin' tall
Everythin' revolvin' round ME!

Lookin' in the camera, paps in my face
Night on the town, I act a disgrace
Smokin' the dragon; I like to chase
Wish I was no superstar
Wish I was no pop star

Somebody stop me in my tracks
Do I wanna be famous?
Please let me go back
To bein' nothin'
Nothin' at all
Where nobody knew me
Where I could be small

Lookin' in the mirror, high as a kite
Snortin' coke, injectin' China White
I begin to feel like Dynamite
Never thought I'd go this far
Do I wanna be a star?

Makin' tracks with a heroin needle
Doin' drugs - an unnecessary evil
It ain't good cos it's illegal
I really wanna go back
To bein' nothin'
Nothin' at all
Where nobody knew me
Where I could be small

Lookin' in my coffin, tears in their eyes
Deep in their heart it was no surprise
They really wished I had been wise
They never thought I'd go this far
They always thought I'd be a star

Wheels under my casket, making tracks
To the six foot hole, deep and black
They all wanted me to go back
To bein' nothin'
Nothin' at all
Where nobody knew me
Where I could be small

©Carolyn Davison 2011