Quintessentially British

How do you know if it's gonna snow?

Visit the BBC weather page!

They may be right or they may be wrong

Please don't get into a fiery rage.

Promised sun, but we get rain!

Wind? Oh no a hurricane!

Hail, fog and mist, snow, icy roads too.

Winter, spring, seems like May

4 seasons in one day!

We love the British weather

What do we do when someone jumps the queue

In the Tesco Extra basket lane?

Do we keep quiet or do we start a riot

In the Tesco Extra basket lane?

On a bus or on a train,

Ferry, coach or aeroplane!

Supermarkets too, cos that's what we do

We stand in a line, feeling smug and fine

 Cos it's in our British chromosomes

What do we eat when we want a treat?

An ice cream in a 'cardboard' cone.

We like high tea because it's so fancy

Cream and jam on a fruit scone.

Fish and chips by raging sea

Vindaloo or kedgeree

Horseradish sauce, with beef of course

Wimbledon, such a dream

Strawberries and cream

Delightful British cooking

What do we watch on the old TV box

On a Saturday afternoon?

We like our sports, all kinds and sorts

On a Saturday afternoon.

Rugby, football, golf and darts,

Wrestling and martial arts

We like our pool and play by the rules,

But if someone takes our wicket,

It just ain't cricket (Yes it is!)

Our Great British sporting times

Scots and Irish, they are Gaels,

Welsh, of course they're from Wales.

English from England, Manx - Isle of Man

Many cities, many towns
The Queen wears the crown
We're quintessentially British

©September 2017

Makin' Tracks (original version)

This has been altered

Making Tracks

Looking in the mirror, wanna look like mummy

Lipstick on my face, looking very funny

Smiling as the world goes by

Wanna be a super star singer

Wanna be everyone’s winner

High hopes, making tracks

Wanna be famous

Don’ wanna go back

To being nothing

Nothing at all

I want loads of fans

And be standing tall

Everyone looking at ME

Looking in the mirror, fixing my hair

Going on the stage, all my friends are there

Smiling, looking cute

Wanna be a superstar,

Wanna be a pop star

In a studio making tracks

Gonna be famous

Don’ wanna go back

To bein’ nothing

Nothin at all

I want loads of fans

And be standing tall

Everyone staring at ME

Looking in the paper, I see my face

Night on the town, I look a disgrace

No longer smiling

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

Looking in the mirror, high as a kite

Snorting coke, injecting China White

I feel like I am Dynamite

Never thought I’d go this far

Is this really the life of a star?

In a dark place, feelin small and lonely

Making tracks with a heroin needle

Wanna go back

Wanna be what I was

Wanna be that girl

Playing at being mummy

Life just ain’t funny

Anymore!

Written by me (Carolyn Davison) on 25th July 2011 (10:30am)

Makin' Tracks (early version)

Lookin' in the mirror, wanna look like mummy

Lipstick on my face, lookin' very funny

When I grow up I wanna make lots of money

Wanna be a super star

Wanna be a pop star

High hopes, making tracks!

Wanna be famous

Don' wanna go back

To bein nothin

Nothin at all

I want loads of fans

And be standing tall

Everything revolving 'round ME

Lookin in the mirror fixin my hair;

Goin on the stage; all my friends are there

Living my life as if without a care

Gonna be a super star

Gonna be a pop star

In a studio makin tracks

Gonna be famous

Not gonna go back

To bein nothin

nothin at all

I want loads of fans

And be standing tall

Everythin revolvin round ME

Lookin in the camera, paps in my face

Night on the town, I act a disgrace

Smoking dragon, I like to chase

Wish I was no super star

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

Snorting coke, injecting 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

Doing drugs - an unnecessary evil

It ain't good cos it's illegal

I really wanna go back

I really wanna back track

I wanna play at mummy

Cos life just ain't funny

I ain't got no money

My friends ain't there

They really didn't care

Life ain't fair

Skin on my face

Looks a disgrace

My life is in a dark, lonely place

Written [altered] by me (26th July 2011)

One Blood

We are One Blood
We may have different skin colours
We may have different beliefs
We may have different cultures
But at the end of the day 
We are One Blood.

We are One Blood

We are born

We breathe the same air

We bleed the same colour

We die

We are One Blood

We are One Blood

We laugh

We cry

We weep

We mourn

We are One Blood

© Carolyn Davison 2016

In memory of those who died because of terrorist attacks around the world. 

 

Manager's Favourite Things

This is the poem I wrote for my manager's retirement do.

Get in my office, I just caught you talking, 

If you don't like it, you can go walking

Across the road, go find a new job,

I want willing workers, not lazy slobs

Look at this big queue, just ring your bell,

Customer service, you must do it well!

My team is awesome, the best in the store,

Shining fridges and sparkling floor

Whose are these green trays, baskets and wheels?

Your tills are untidy, are you lot for real?

My nickname is fingers, yes I've got ten

Oooh look at that lovely, bright shiny pen!

Where are the Ops boys, I need them to fly,

Look at those baskets, they're dangerously high!

I do not think I am going too far,

My section looks just like the doggies doo das!

When [ ] bites,

Her words could sting,

We were feeling scared! 

But you know what

At the end of the day

We all knew she cared

© Carolyn Davison August 2015

Transient Life

Sitting on a tree-lined street

Bein' ignored by those you meet,

Holding onto your see-through friend. 

No one knows why you're here;

The days and nights that you fear,

Hoping they will come to an end

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Standing on the edge of life.

No one's girl and no one's wife.

Holding onto memories of the past.

Happy minutes, happy hours,

Fade and die like yellow flowers.

In your heart you knew they wouldn't last!

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Chasing rainbows for their end - 

Golden riches, as your friend.

Hitting every target, every goal! 

Life is lived on making deals,

Massive houses, alloy wheels,

These are empty when you have no soul!

Grasping onto empty dreams.

No one's life is what it seems.

Rainbows fade and summers never stay. 

Tears fall and hearts are shattered. 

Families fail like they never mattered.

Children grow, leave school and move away.

Riches never satisfied

Money lost, makes grown men cry

Cars will rust, and thieves break in and steal.

Love your neighbour as yourself,

Give to those who need your help.

These are things which make our love real

Living life is more than money,

Satisfaction, it ain't funny,

When you find it in a whiskey glass. 

You will grow old and memories will pass!

Come and stand here by the cross

There's much to gain, none a loss!

The Man we see, fixes broken hearts.

The only bottle's filled with tears,

He will take away your fears.

His eternal love, will not depart!

Come, He takes you by the hand, 

Leads you to a promised land,

Where fountains flow and love never dies. 

No more tears, no broken dreams,

Living water, eternal streams. 

Salvation, which money can't buy!

© Carolyn Davison 27th January 2016

Hello 2016 Haiku

The New Year has come

Time to look forward, move on

New adventures now

© Carolyn Davison 1st January 2016