Twinkle Twinkle I’m a star!

Dear Santa let me seal
A big fat cheque and three-book deal.
The brightest stars shine most light
When they put the world to write!

*Dorothy Darker wishes you all a decadent Christmas and shall return in the New Year!

Joint of the day!

At the Christmas table I sit and wait
For someone to thrill my dinner plate.
But though I moan, I am aware
Good meat tastes best when it is rare!

Santa’s Stingy Sack!

For this year’s sumptuous yuletide feast
I crave a brave and seasoned beast.
But though I’m blessed with beauty and wit,
Santa remains a miserable git!

Dream a little dream…

Aidan Quinn to swap his wife,
Could be the making of my life.
Or lying naked in the sack,
Some blue-eyed boy who’d ring me back!

Somewhere else!

The music hurtling through my head,
I think I’d rather be in bed -
Or in my bathroom cleaning mould -
Does this mean I’m getting old?

The money is resting on my account

The race is on to shop and buy,
But I’m too tired to traipse and try.
To splash my cash, I think instead,
That I shall spend the day in bed!

Killing Time!

I twitch and itch and cannot rest,
I know that I’m not at my best.
What shall I diagnose for me?
A chronic case of plain ennui!

Have an ice day!

Seeing as this winter blue,
Has got my feelings in a stew.
The reason for my smiling lack,
Could be that my poor face might crack!

Day Breaking!

When another day is spent,
We pine and ponder where it went.
Yet when the morning lets a roar,
We face another day once more!

Natural Selection Box!

Strut your stuff across the floor,
Find that species to adore.
Some will win while others lose
In the game of pick and choose!