We are the Welsh

We are not Irish, we are not Scots,

We are not English, definitely not!

We are the Welsh, an ancient race.

With songs and poetry, our land is graced.

Mines and steel, mountains and streams, 

Eisteddfods, Welsh Cakes, Rugby teams,

Male voice choirs, hills and vales!

We are the Cymry - those from Wales!

Long place names, Llanfair PG

Lots of L's for you to see. 

Abers, Llans are very nice,

Only there to confuse the Saes

Proud and red, our dragon stands

The most unique of all the lands.

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau, an anthem tells. 

Dwynwen, Maelon and mystic wells.

Twm Sion Cati, Llewelyn's hound,

The Afanc - creature never found. 

Myths and tales, from time long past, 

The wizard Merlin, a spell to cast.

We are the Welsh, from the Land of Song,

Tom Jones, Bonnie Tyler, their voices, strong.

Charlotte Church, Shirley Bassey too

Shakin' Stephens - "Because I love you!" 

© Carolyn Davison 14th October 2015

Avon Brochure

Put that chocolate in a cup,

Grab your brochure: put feet up.

Look through the pages full of fun,

There's a product for everyone.

Male and female,

Girls and boys,

Perfume, shower gel,

Christmas toys. 

Make up, hairspray, 

Skincare too.

Nighties, bras

and pairs of shoes.

Slippers, bags,

Watches, rings, 

You'll find almost 

Anything!

So come and see

What Avon sells,

Wonderful scents,

With exotic smells.

You won't regret

The time you spend!

Look from the start 

Until the end.

Customer service -

A friendly face, 

If you decide,

An order to place. 

So come on - feet up

Open your book

Do not wait

Just take a look!

© Carolyn Davison 24th September 2015

Two Lions

Cecil, oh Cecil,

Jungle's king

Strong and mighty

O'er everything

Leader supreme

O'er all your pride

"How beautiful, majestic!"

The people cried.

Cecil, oh Cecil,

Out in the sun,

A hunter came

With his hunting gun.

One shot or two,

And down he fell.

Undignified death,

Pain! Who can tell?

Jesus, oh Jesus,

Universe's King.

Ruler Supreme

Over everything.

Creator, Sustainer

Of all Creation,

Redeemer and Saviour,

In every nation.

Jesus, oh Jesus

God's only Son

Died on the cross

All His work done

Not one sin nor two

But ALL He atoned.

Now in the heavens

The Lord is enthroned

So come to the Lion,

The Ruler of all.

Not Cecil, but Jesus,

Your name, does He call

© Carolyn Davison 3rd August 2015

For what profit is it...?

For what profit is it

To gain all the riches in the world

When you could lose it in one day

If the markets crash?

For what profit is it

To own a huge house in the country

When thieves could break in and steal 

All of your precious possessions?

For what profit is it 

To own the latest and greatest big car

When it could rust away to nothing

If it's scratched by a tiny stone?

For what profit is it 

To own the largest clothes wardrobe ever

When one little moth could destroy it

With it's minute babies?

For what profit is it

To gain the whole world for a lifetime

Only to spend eternity in hell -

A place with no emergency exit? 

© Carolyn Davison 4th July 2015

Dream Land

I just made this poem up for the Avon beauty connects site:

No land will I travel to

No country or isle

But a place full of hope

Which will raise a big smile.

I am going to a place 

Where no one else can.

Not any other woman

Nor any other man

It's

Far away in the depths of my soul

To find something new, 

To find something whole.

It's a place of large dreams,

And imaginary tales,

A place I can swim

With dolphins and whales.

I can ride very tall

On a unicorn's back,

And fight a great dragon

In his dwelling so black.

I can sing with the fairies

Where crystal rivers flow

I can swing tree to tree

And slide down a rainbow

I can climb rubber trees

And flatten the mountains

I can run faster than wind

And eat from chocolate fountains

© Carolyn Davison 17th March 2015

Santa meets the Health and Safety Executive (or Elf and Safety)

Up on the rooftop reindeer pause

Out jumps good ole Santa Claus

He has some post from H S E

Delivering presents will be messy

No no no he can't go

No no no he can't go

Up on the rooftops

Click click click

No more chimneys 

For good Saint Nick

Dear Santa, no more heights

You might fall and get a fright

No heavy lifting, no more fires

No more skis only Goodyear Tyres

No no no he can't go

No no no he can't go

Up on the rooftops

Click click click

No more chimneys 

For good Saint Nick

No more flyin' at dead of night

Unless your sleigh is full of lights.

You can't stereo type the toys

Guns for girls, and dolls for boys

No no no he can't go

No no no he can't go

Up on the rooftops

Click click click

No more chimneys 

For good Saint Nick

Don't drink sherry left as a surprise

Or else the police will breathalyse

No mince pies for you to eat

Or you will be classed as obese

No no no he can't go

No no no he can't go

Up on the rooftops

Click click click

No more chimneys 

For good Saint Nick

© Carolyn Davison 7th November 2014

Imagine there's no...

Imagine there's no lemons

No limes or grapefruit too. 

No meringue pie nor mojito

What would people do?

Imagine in the fruit bowl

There's no citrus zing

Imagine there's no olives

No zucchini too

What would be put in our casserole

Or our hearty stew?

Imagine  there's no veggies

We'd get no 5-a-day.

You may not buy a steamer

Cos there's no veggie in sight

We all need that goodness

And you know I'm always right

Imagine there's no chocolate

No cocoa beans at all

And when you've got PMT

You could punch a wall

Imagine there's no chocolate

There'd be no sane guys left

You may say I'm a screamer

And the world's a frightening place

Just give me some chocolate

Or I'll punch you in the face

©Carolyn Davison 3rd August 2014