Limericks for St Patrick’s Day

To celebrate St Patrick’s Day this week, we wrote limerick poems about ourselves. Limericks are silly poems and can be very funny!

I hope you enjoy them! Have a go at writing your own.

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Irish Leprechauns on St Patrick’s Day

There was a young miner called Arthur
Went looking for a girl called Martha
He took his chance
To find romance
But Kathleen became his life partner!

A dashing young sergeant called Ray
Went for a stroll one day
He felt like a frown
But when the sun shone down
He danced and shouted “hooray!”

A lovely young nanny called Masie
Liked meat and two veg with her gravy
She sat down to eat
And said “what a treat!”
And all that food made her feel lazy!

There was a young mother called Heather
Who loved to be tickled with a feather
She started to sneeze
And fell on her knees
And Dad whacked her round with a feather

There was a young lass called Karen
Who flew to the Isle of Arran
She expected some fun
Seaside and some sun
But it was just rocky and barren

There was a young man called Malc
Who plastered his walls with talc
It all fell off
When he gave a cough
And that ended poor old Malc

There was a young lady called Anne
Who jumped in a watering can
A dog drank the water
Spat out a tomata
And she came out with a wonderful tan!

There was a young gardener called Ian
Who grew some tall plants worth seein’
They kept on growing
Then he had to get mowing
With help from his friend called Liam

There was a young lady called Pat
Who wore curlers instead of a hat
A penguin at Chester zoo
Popped up and said “yoohoo!
Adopt me instead of a cat!”

A smart young deputy head
Had a troublesome pupil called Fred
He was talking in class
But she let it pass
How kind is that deputy head!

A very efficient PA
Was late to the office one day
She said “I’m so sorry
I got stuck behind a lorry
Please don’t dock my pay!”

There was a young lady called Chris
Who said “Will you give it a miss?
I’ve only had a wink
And I’m too tired to think
I’m waiting for Prince Charming to give me a kiss!”

Poems about gardens and springtime

Spring is starting – very gradually – to warm our bones and fill us with hope again, after a long and dreary winter that keeps sending us flurries of snow and ice long after we wanted any of them.

This morning has been different – the first day when I’ve been brave enough to head outside without a coat and scarf. It makes so much difference to be heading out into the sunshine and warmth.

The poems we wrote this week in Derbyshire Hospitals are all about gardens, and our thoughts were leaning towards spring and new life.

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Everyone likes a beautiful garden

Our Ideal Garden

A good fishing venue
A lake and lots of blossom
A large spreading lawn
Secret corners to explore
Flat and smooth for getting around
On a mobility scooter or sit-on mower
A lovely place for a picnic, near the peonies.

Table and chairs – a plate of salad and a glass of wine
Watching other people garden
Colourful flowers, beautiful colours
The smell of lavender
A stream running through, with a fountain
High plants and baskets – you’d live there forever.
It would have to be very big.

A cottage garden,
With hollyhocks and hanging baskets.
Rhubarb in buckets
Small stone walls
And trees for the birds.

A nice garden chair when it’s warm.
Sitting down in the sun,
Admiring all the hard work I’ve done.
Chrysanthemums and daffodils
A growing, tidy garden
Full of tulips from Amsterdam.

A place to sit and contemplate

Lots of lavender for the smell,
Clematis – purple and white
Roses of all colours, picked carefully.
Carnations and crysanths
Sweet peas growing up a clothes post
The smell of hyacinths – blue and white.
Tulips, roses, lilies, and geraniums
Dandelions, buttercups and dasies
White clover.
A thatched cottage garden,
A nice patio to sit out in,
A sunny corner.
Garden shed, painted bright.
A place to sit and contemplate.
Get the little children to plant the bulbs
Snowdrops and daffodils they’re so proud of
Feed the birds to make them spring
The songthrush and the blackbird sing,
The swallows come visiting in spring.
Wild flowers, growing orchids
Plants in pots, lupins.
A duck pond with ducks and ducklings,
And fish swimming round.
Cherry blossom in April,
Fluttering down…

A Knee-Deep Summer Meadow

A knee-deep summer meadow
All green and lovely – full of mint.
We don’t have the weather for it.
Nice gardens are what other people have got,
One that you don’t need to do any work on.
Chats with gardens – the rose garden,
Walking through the flower beds.
You can’t do – all these young ones,
Playing around with a football.
You don’t want to get thorns in your fingers.

Spring

When it comes, you feel alright.
A breeze to get the bins whizzing
Full of optimism…
But it hasn’t come yet.
Feeling positive for the summer.
That lovely grassy smell
Of the first cut
…But it’s going to cost me a fortune buying Easter Eggs!

Poems for Mothering Sunday

Last week in Derbyshire Hospitals, the patients, staff and I talked about Mothering Sunday – how the tradition started because people went back to see their families and to visit the “mother” church of the parish on the fourth Sunday of Lent. Young people working away from home as servants would carry a simnel cake baked by the cook of the big house they worked in, and on their way home, they would pick a posy of spring flowers growing in the hedgerows. It was a chance for families to have the day off together and┬árelax the strict rules of Lent by eating their delicious simnel cake (a fruit cake topped with marzipan balls, now more associated with Easter). In a simple way, these are still┬áthe ingredients of Mothering Sunday – love, food and flowers.

In 1908 in the USA, Anna Jarvis started a campaign to make Mothers’ Day an annual holiday – a day to honour mothers whose sons had died in war and all mothers. She conceived this as a simple family day, and her campaign bore fruit. Mothers’ Day became a national holiday in 1914, ironically at the start of World War Two, when many mothers were to lose their sons. The Americans always celebrate Mothers’ Day on the second Sunday in May. Anna Jarvis herself was dismayed by the commercialism of Mothers’ Day, which has spread to the UK too – I wonder how many millions we spend annually on flowers and cards – a far cry from those hand-picked posies of wild daffodils and primroses!

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Bunches of flowers on Mothering Sunday

 

Here are some poems we’ve written about Mothering Sunday, giving a different perspective on what really matters on this special day.

Mothering Sunday Treats

Four generations enjoying a boat trip
Messing aroud on the canal in springtime
Mothering Sunday – a chance for families to get together.
Chop some sticks and do some chores
Flowers and chocolates – a card
Made in school and kept secret
A day off from cooking – a Sunday roast
Afternoon tea at the Cavendish
– Avoid the busy Sunday like the plague!
Too many people, too expensive.
Breakfast in bed, and a walk in the fresh air
Get rid of the kids and a nice lunch.
What about a spa day? Relaxing
In a heated outdoor swimming pool and hot tubs
at Eden Hall – a proper day off!
Or you could pamper the dog instead
At the garden centre, or buy a love-heart
On a Pandora charm bracelet.

There are many ways to celebrate and spoil your mother!

A Mother’s Day Bouquet

Daffodils so yellow and bright
Tulips are a vibrant sight
Carnations – a sweet smell from the past
Whose beauty, in the vase, will last.

Blue hyacinths that smell so sweet
On the windowsill, look a treat
Roses to show real true love
Primulas shine like the sun from above

Fucsia purple, fragrant dwelling
Flowers that everyone loves smelling
Make a posy, to give to our mum
To cheer her up when she feels glum.

These flowers we give – we want to say
How much we love you every day.
– Not just for Mothering Sunday!

A Yellow Shine Up on Your Face

A yellow shine up on your face
We’d shine a buttercup on your chin
Do you like bread? Do you like butter?
The flower would tell us.

We made flowers for Mothering Sunday
Selected buttons from a button box
Containing a lifetime of memories
From an engineer’s smock, coats and dresses
In an old biscuit tin.
Bun cases for petals
And golden paper to make
A Daffodils trumpet.

Mothering Sunday is coming this week.
The little children make posies
Of violets, nodding daffodils, even bluebells.
There could be snow, there could be sunshine.
But springtime is here,
Whatever it brings.
Sunshine is almost upon us…