Carol Anne’s Poetry Challenge for Bee: “Holiday Cheer”

So, this young lady is a naughty one. I can hear her chuckle over my anual Grinchiness (yes, dear Grammarly, I made this word up!!!)

“Holiday Cheer?!” Really!?! What on earth is cheerful about holidays????

Well, of course besides seeing everybody, presents and great food? Did I forget time off work for some lucky one’s…

Ok, ok I admit I was listening to Pentatonix’s Christmas songs all evening yesterday. There, I am out of the closet ;-).

Let’s see how cheerful I can be

My brain is cheerfully stormy 😁

Rudolf. Elves. Pudding.

Dancing. Singing.

Green. White. Christmas.

Ye Faithful. Baubles.

Light. Baking. Cooking.

Sweet. Red.

B.R.A.I.N.S.T.O.R.M.I.N.G!!!!

Rudolf dances ye green faithful.

Light a sweet.

Elves are singing white baubles.

Baking red.

Pudding cooks Christmas.

And not a rhyme in sight 😁

…I better get myself out of here…

Bee’s Poem of the Day – Fake?

Hope all of you had a nice day. I spent most of it writing and cooking.

Weatherwise it was strange here. Sunny day at first then it started raining madly. Now I am watching a program about crazy weather everywhere and here in the UK. That is not helping 😁

Fake?

Strong winds

Deadly waves

Unusual heat

Not to mention

All these storms.

Surely

If we all believe

It is

Fake News

It will go

Away like

A bad dream?

Good night! 🙋

Bee’s Poem of the Day – Multiculti-Weather

I am terribly sorry, that I neglected you yesterday. Simply forgot. Well, not in the beginning. In the morning I pondered what sort of poem I could write but could not come up with anything.

And then it slipped my mind. Not sure if you care. Or if you mind. Maybe I am too long in the UK. They say the British apologise for everything… 😉

So I stop apologising and verse 🙂

Multiculti-Weather?

The rain

Like twine

Or

Cats

Or

Dogs

It

Depends

On. Where. You. Are. From.

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In Germany it rains like twine.

In England it rains like cats and dogs.

How does it rain where you are from?

Bee’s Poem of the Day – Exhaustion

I wrote this poem in January. So often I get rather astonished what interesting poems I have written when I have a look at them later on…

Exhaustion

Entirely tired
X-rays of yawns
Hanging in the air.
After all, a hard days
Undivided night
Stays with you
Though not entirely
In in in in in…….
Orion sends his greetings
Nothing to worry about!