Anyone Like Rhyming ditties? Let's see your efforts and here's mine.

Lynbis..Absolutely brilliant Scottish Poem ...Loved it, you are sooo talented.

We still have a copy of our daughter's poem which was published in a Poetry Book along with some of her classmates & children from other UK schools, this was nearly 16 years ago.

I came back to this because I was going through some old emails to delete and found this. My granddaughter sent to me after doing a stint in an old folks home.

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,

...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!

Not bad at all that one.Better than a great many published ones I've read.

Keep it up L , you have a talent there

I won my trip on the orient express with yorkshire tea using a witty ditty , and i am not that good at it

I live by the seaside

The waves are quite high

But l spend my spare time

Watching people go by

Over there is a family

Their holiday's a dream

The children look happy

As they eat their ice cream

The day passes by

And the sun starts to set

The fish and chip suppers

Are coming 'you bet'

Then back to their lodgings

It's time for a sleep

As all photos are taken

For the memories they'll keep.