Leafy Challange?

onebigvoice

We like a leafy challenge, at this time of year

The green trees are giving way, to their golden hue.

It’s a time of reflection, winds of change already  here

To blow off all those leaves, ready for next year.

 

All holidays are over, bonfire night went with a Bang

But how many know the reason, of how it all began.

There were some people not happy with the government back then

And decided to blow it up, right under old Big Ben.

 

The gunpower plot was hatched and boats were we all sent out.

But we has a chicken, who dispatched a letter, saying what it was all about,

Poor Guy Fawkes was found with 35 barrels of gunpower on guard, and was taken to the tower

Enough gunpower to reduce the place to rubble, and capture other conspirators as they fled London Town.  

 

The story does not end there, the conspirators were hunted high and low

And it was not until January 1606 the 8 that were caught, a bitter blow.

To be hanged, Drawn and quartered, the sentence of the day.

OH, what a way to go and be left on display.

 

It seems that history, is a morbid thing,

As people we remember did the most gruesome things

But there is light at the end, of this long tunnel we are in

As its coming up to Christmas with 46 days to go.

 

So shake off all this gloom and doom and start to plan that day

And put out all the decorations, get the kids to put them on display

Just remember who’s birthday it is, and spare a thought for others

And be charitable once in 364 days this year.

 

Whatever your religion, or if you don’t believe

Why are you not working its Tripple Time this year.

So get some dosh, and spend it

In a party to bring in the NEW YEAR.

 

  May I be the first to wish everyone Happy Christmas……

Sorry don’t like Xmas…….

COS this comes  from yes you guessed?

 It little ole OBV.

09/11/2023. 

Rosie_Scope

Thanks for sharing @onebigvoice! Can't believe it's so close to Christmas already!

chiarieds

Autumnal lament

Now the days have become very, very short

My daytime hours are exceedingly fraught

I like the autumnal colours of the leaves

But why can’t the leaves just stay on the trees?

They fall on the path, plants, & my Welsh slate

I see more lurking outside my front gate

They blow down the lane all trying to reach me

And I’ve got quite enough with the sycamore tree

That grows alongside just where I do live

And I see the dratted thing has more leaves to give!

I try to ignore them for as long as I can

But for leaves on the ground there should be a ban

If I don’t collect them, they’ll be up to my knees

Oh why can’t the leaves just stay on the trees?

I enjoy the Summer, very much like the Spring

But Autumn leaves falling again does bring

More prolific than flowers & even any weeds

And don’t get me going on sycamore seeds!

Perhaps next year the trees will be kind

I have had thoughts of superglue in mind

The leaves could then change their colour at will

Instead of me having a green bin to fill

But I’ll be picking them up, then another breeze.....

Oh why can’t the leaves just stay on the trees?

Albus_Scope

Lovely words there @chiarieds and I totally understand your struggles.  

Though my pet giant millipede loves all the freshly fallen leaves, so it's a great time for her at least.   

WhatThe

I wish leaf-blowers had never been invented 

onebigvoice

Great poem, @ chiarieds loved it.  More please......

durhamjaide2001

Love the poem's