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A Bad Place!

A muddled jumble gath’ring dust
And cobweb littered spaces.
A storage place of scattered things,
And half remembered faces.

A million facts or maybe less,
But filed in random nooks.
Memories and words galore,
Most gleaned from many books.

They hit the page in order
Well, usually more or less!
It sometimes even makes some sense;
Not always, I confess.

Is it just an ageing thing,
My mind is such a mess?
Just penning these few paltry lines
Has caused me so much stress!

  1. March 18, 2015 at 6:39 pm

    Excellent work, thank you!

  2. March 18, 2015 at 6:45 pm

    I thought I’d do one early, Christopher.

    Things can only get worse, is my feeling. 😉

  3. March 18, 2015 at 6:52 pm

    That’s generally a guarantee.

  4. March 18, 2015 at 7:10 pm

    Poor Arrers! Nice pome though. 😢😊

  5. March 18, 2015 at 7:12 pm

    Thank you for your sympathy, Janus. At times like these it is much appreciated. Sob. 😦

  6. March 18, 2015 at 7:52 pm

    I can sympathise with the poem. Recently, I’ve been put under horrid stress by German bureaucracy and have seemingly aged a decade in 2 weeks. And, until Sunday, I get to mind Terror Cousin.

  7. March 18, 2015 at 8:10 pm

    Ah, yes, I read earlier, Christopher, that escape from Germany is proving difficult but with the added addition of Terror cousin, life could prove a little trying. My commiserations.

  8. March 18, 2015 at 8:22 pm

    Not to worry, I’ve had a prepared statement to my “case worker” translated into Chinese and will, if necessary, send it to her to display my displeasure.

  9. March 18, 2015 at 9:53 pm

    You really are quite brilliant Araminta. I love your poetry and verse.

  10. March 18, 2015 at 9:55 pm

    Thank you, Badger.

    It’s very kind of you to say so.

    I’m having a bad hair week. 😉

  11. March 18, 2015 at 11:03 pm

    Love it. It’s a perfect description of my loft and my mental state 🙂

  12. March 19, 2015 at 5:33 am

    Not wishing to add to your stress, but it should be, “A million facts or maybe fewer”. In this case I will put it down to poetic licence.

  13. March 19, 2015 at 6:23 am

    Sipu, brave chap! Quite correct and it doesn’t upset the metre. 😊

  14. March 19, 2015 at 8:06 am

    Thank you, Lecky. It makes me feel better that I’m not the only one.

  15. March 19, 2015 at 8:08 am

    Agh. Sipu, that’s the straw wot broke the camel’s back! Horrors, but thank you for pointing it out. Total meltdown is now a certainty. 😦

  16. March 19, 2015 at 8:20 am

    Are you sure, Janus. It has one more syllable which doesn’t sound quite right to me?

    Or maybe I’ve just lost the plot, poetically speaking!

  17. March 19, 2015 at 9:45 am

    Arrer, fewer rhymes with….galore! 😳

  18. christinaosborne
    March 20, 2015 at 4:22 pm

    Oh God don’t remind me of my garage, barn, pump house, office etc etc………

  19. March 20, 2015 at 6:37 pm

    I’m somewhat encouraged to find my fellow Charioteers are having similar problems, Tina!

  20. March 20, 2015 at 11:12 pm

    The hamster in the picture is actually dead. It was terminated by inserting it’s back legs into a light socket.
    The little corpse with its fur standing on end was then re arranged for this cute picture.
    Sorry Araminta, I shall have to report you to the RSPCA …..expect a knock at the door.

  21. March 21, 2015 at 6:26 pm

    Oh, poor little chap. It did look a bit shocked though 😉

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