Mum’s School

I’ve got myself a new job, thanks to covid 19,
The kids have come home from their schools,
And lots of books and papers I have seen,
It seems that I have graduated from teacher training school,
And I did not even realise my job switch was so cool,
I looked at all the lessons that my wards to me presented,
But teaching in a class from mum, was at times resented,
My addled brain I know was stressed, and thinking was contorted,
As my daring little charges, tried to get mums school aborted,
But I remembered how it was, when I went to school,
And laid down to my children, “Mum’s classic golden rules,”
Sit quietly and speak only when your Mum speaks to you,
And if you don’t do as she says, your playtime has gone too.
Tablet Time restricted if work is not done right,
And you “electronic dummy” tablets will be banned from you tonight
Its no use saying that “Miss”, at school does not do that,
When Mums “in charge” she will not tolerate, this kind of rebellious spat,
How long this situation will last, I really could not say,
But summer holidays are on hold, if “ball” they do not play!

© Ted Morgan March 2020.

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mothering sunday

Its Mothering Sunday but no Mum is near,
To straighten tie or brush our hair,
For years ago she was called to rest,
A special Mum who I thought the best,
Its days like this that we recall
Those special traits which helped us all,
The patience, calm and loving smile,
The look that would at once beguile,
If we were anguished and afraid
She calmed our fears and made us brave,
Oh how I wish that she could see
That frightened child that used to be,
But by words and guidance we now display
The influences we espouse today
Our thanks to all the mums out there,
Who raised us all with kindness and care,
And let us hope that we do the same,
For our children who bear our name.
© Ted Morgan
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Ode to COVID19

There is a menace all around that stalks us night and day,
The fear of it is palpable and causes some dismay,
In crowded rooms it stalks its prey, we do not know its there,
For the virus that is the cause, it really does not care,,
Too late when we see the signs, of cough and running nose,
Or else are burdened with a head that throbs with no repose,
No shaking hands or friendly hugs when friends we greet on meeting,
Our distance we must always keep for fear of mass infecting,
So, wash your hands be vigilant, or be self-isolating,
And hibernate for fourteen days, and please dear friends no cheating.
©Ted Morgan March 2020
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The darkness descended,
The candle flame shone bright,
A flame of light and remembrance
Illuminating the people gathered round,
The wax candle itself represents the millions slaughtered,
The melting wax the tears of the bereaved,
The wick our unending promise never to forget.

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Cinema of Yesteryear

I remember when the cinemas lined every city street,
The Lido and the Odeon, Arcadia and the Grand,
The commissionaire was stood outside, in peaked hat and big greatcoat,
Though what exactly was his job? he very rarely spoke,
The films they changed every week, and people went in droves,
Few houses had a T.V. and ‘twas of the “Flicks” you spoke,
There was always two showings the first and second house,
But you could always sit through both as they did not throw you out,
A newsreel started the show, then cartoon and B Movie,
Then a break as Ice Cream Lady sold us Lions Maid, alas not cups of tea,
The big Movie was then shown with Hollywood stars galore,
No wide screen then, but technicolour made us shout for more,
At the end of the screening a union flag was shown,
We all stood still for “The Queen” then quietly left the show,
Saturday Mornings was the kids shows, ABC Minors to the fore,
Hopalong Cassady and Roy Rogers, were favourites in days of yore,
The cowboys and Indians ensured we had plenty of games to play,
The cinema of yesteryear so unlike today.
© Ted Morgan Feb 2020

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Smartphone Zombie

Walking down the street one day I spied an apparition,
For a man appeared in a daze, with no sign of inhibition,
His concentration total, of surroundings unaware,
His eyes were on his smartphone screen, as though in silent prayer,
Cars and people passed him, not a flicker of recognition,
His steps were slow and measured as though on a secret mission,
He is a modern Zombie, in towns they do abound,
Tripping up on pavements, hitting lampposts does astound,
This is a modern phenomenon brought on by smartphone tech,
Peoples desire to keep updated, needs to be kept in check,

© Ted Morgan Feb 2020

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Christmas Gifts

We all give gifts at Christmas time, but do spend too much?
The season is not all about the cost of things and such,
We surely can give presents, that do not cost at all
If we just think about what we give, when we just make a call,
And visit to some lonely soul whose friends have all passed on,
To have a chat and cup of tea, to show they’re not forgotten,
And make a vow to carry on and go that extra mile,
To bind the bonds of friendship which will leave them with a smile,
And any one that we have hurt, to say sorry and do mean it,
And repair the split, that caused the rift in our relationship,
These acts when feely given, are worth more that bars of gold,
For they display the ethics passed down from days of old.
So give to folks these priceless gifts, not purchased from a store,
They far out last any articles; of that I am so sure.

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