The Princess and the Pool

Crawling!

Bad Poems 5

I'm posting some very old poems that I wrote when I was 17 and 18. Some I knew were terrible at the time!

I think I know who this one is about. For the life of me I can't remember anything I had to fight to overcome to be with him... oh well.

Fight the Flood

I always take the easy route
Avoiding stress to hide.
I run before the rushing wind
And ride the changing tide.

Oh, it would be so simple now
To give in to the wave,
To float upon the swirling push
Which tries me to enslave.

But flight would be away from you,
And that I cannot face,
And so I try to turn and stand
To fight the flowing race.

You lean into the mighty flood
And feel your soul ascend:
A kite upon the winds of love,
To reach joy without end.

Nov 1989

Your Princess Fix

Just a quickie...

Princess is moving! Forwards! Just an inch at a time, using toes and elbows, but we are very excited!

New words:
"Puh" = Plane (pointing at the sky as an aeroplane rumbles overhead. Every 60 seconds some days. Sigh)
"Ffff!" = Flower. Also food, fruit and hungry...
On seeing a cup of coffee: "'p" = Cup. Followed by "Yawyawyaw" (= Owowow. I'm trying to teach her that coffee cups are hot!)
"T!" = Tongue (often while holding said tongue in her fingers)
"Teh" = Teeth
"Hhhhaah" = Hair (while running her hand through it)
"Buh" = Button. Which must be handled and sometimes chewed. Mummy doesn't let her chew on mummy's buttons, but Milord has been known to end up with a soaked collar!

We've started going to a local pool occasionally and Princess LOVES it! Loads od kicking and splashing and floating. I'm trying to teach her to close her eyes and mouth and hold her breath but she's having too much fun and swallows half the pool. I guess the main thing is that she's having fun, right?

Bad Poems 4

I'm posting some very old poems that I wrote when I was 17 and 18. Some I knew were terrible at the time!

Something tells me I was a bit over school in my final year!

The sky’s a clear and pastel blue
With fresh green grass beneath.
The brook’s agleam with sparkle new
Since rain fell on the heath.

Small birds are winging through the air
With happy, laughing cries.
They’re unrestricted, flying fair,
And their joy never dies.

On such a lovely winter’s day,
With frost so soon to come,
It’s really sad we have to stay
In school all cold and glum.

We need to stand beneath the sky
And see the stream adance.
We need to laugh, we need to fly,
Whene’er we have a chance.

Don’t hold us back, don’t weigh us down,
Please set us free to run.
Our childhood’s fading fast and still
You keep us from the sun.

Nov 1989
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Here I sit among my peers,
Schoolwork coming out my ears,
I am feeling bored to tears,
How I hate this class.

I just want to sit and sleep,
Education you can keep,
Go and take a flying leap,
How I hate this class.

Here I am slumped in my chair,
For this work I do not care,
This is more than I can bear,
How I hate this class.

I want to get up and flee,
Can’t somebody hear my plea?
All this boredom’s killing me,
How I hate this class.

I am drooping in my seat,
All these facts I must repeat,
Simple problems have me beat,
How I hate this class.

Hear the teacher’s constant bray,
Why must I suffer this way?
From this place I’d gladly stray,
How I hate this class.

Nov 1989
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Teacher

In eyes, piggy behind lenses
Evil fire sputters green.
Snide and nasty looks are sent out
Making her seem more obscene.

Bulging jowls of fat are flapping,
Fishlike mouth a thin, hard line,
Puffy hands are clenched in anger
As she watches for a sign

Of things not as she would have them.
Then she fills her lungs again
Startling bats down from their perches
When she squawks, just like a hen.

No one, you say, could be like this,
You think that I have made it up.
But, I tell you, it’s the pure truth,
Can’t someone please shut her up?

Nov 1989

Summer is Here!

We're having a very hot week with temps reaching 30C every day. I have half pumped up the huge paddling pool I got off eBay (I got too hot and tired to finish pumping it up - I'll do that on a cooler day!) and Princess LOVES it.




We're filling it from our rain tanks so it's guilt-free, which is good because I have to empty it every couple of days to keep it nice.

I had a couple of my Mother's Group around yesterday, and the pool handles 3 adults and 3 babies just fine! Awesome.

Between the pool and the new air-conditioner indoors it's going to be a very comfortable summer.

Parklife

After lots of rain over the weekend the sun came out and Princess and I spent some time in a couple of local parks. She finds grass fascinating!

Bad Poems 3

I'm posting some very old poems that I wrote when I was 17 and 18. Some I knew were terrible at the time!

I think these two are both about a chap I dated briefly in my last year of high school. I'm positive we only snogged (badly), so why he deserved such vitriol I have no idea!

Malicious Verse

When you read this, if you can,
You will discover, nasty man,
That my opinion, you great nit,
Would be hard on a pail of shit.

You gross, slime-minded scummy toad,
So like what’s been smeared in the road,
Your stagnant, reeking, dirty thoughts
Would make a slug feel out of sorts.

Bile rises at the sight of you,
You uninspiring used tissue.
Oh, all in all you have less charm
Than bird droppings on a pig farm.

You’re utterly pathetic when
You try to act as other men:
Yes, all of you from head to toe
Is so repulsive, don’t you know.

Your feeble trying to impress
Makes all respect you even less.
Why don’t you just throw in the towel
Before frustration makes you howl.

I do not like you, you can tell,
So bugger off and go to hell.

April 1989

Ode to a moron

We heard a rumor just last week,
A tale that made us stop and shriek
With laughter, anger, shock and rage,
A story that would stun a sage.

It seems some stupid, macho prick,
Whose sad, self-centered, dumb and thick
Ideas would make a worm think twice
Before he sprung them ‘fore our eyes,

Has been spouting, throughout town,
A boast that proves him such a clown.
He says that at the Social he,
All innocence and purity,

Was pestered, hounded, set upon
‘Til all his patience was quite gone.
It seems that two of his “old flames”
Succumbed to passion and played games

With his emotions, and the night
Soon lost all joy and all delight.
The Social seemed quite drab and grim
With these two hussies chasing him.

He said this to a friend of ours
Who straight collapsed with mirth for hours,
Because she knows, as do we all,
This brain-dead twerp does not hold thrall

O’er either of us two, and we,
Although receiving this with glee,
Were also upset and incensed
At his guy’s cheek and felt most tense.

We then conspired together to
Choose fitting penance just for you
And thus wrote this, so from now on
Do kindly take the hint, moron.

May 1989

Your Princess Fix

It's been a quiet week - yucky weather and I have a new xbox game that's been taking up a lot of time! Princess rolls around at my feet amusing herself with her toys, chatting non-stop. She's managing to sort of crawl backwards for surprising distances, and I am sure she'll get the hang of forwards soon!

Princess has started self-feeding herself the odd meal, and her coordination is coming along nicely. It does mean meals now take over an hour, but at least I can prep my dinner or clean the kitchen at the same time! I have to watch my step though, as it is apparently interesting to drop peas to the floor and watch what happens...


This past Tuesday was the Melbourne Cup horse race. It's one of those nation-wide celebrations, and I had my Mothers Group over and we did a little sweep-stake and wore silly hats.




New words:
"Boh" = "Boo" while playing peekaboo
"Bow" = "Bowl"
"Poo" = "Spoon"
"Kuh" = "Cup"
"Kah" = "Car"
"Buh" = "Bird"

Over the last 2 days Princess has started going "Mmmmmmah! Mamamamamama" so I'm very hopeful there might be a "Muhmeh" in my near future! Her "Dahdeh" is too adorable.

Oh, and 2 new teeth - her first baby molars - have arrived! So that's 10 teeth now.

Bad Poems 2

I'm posting some very old poems that I wrote when I was 17 and 18. Some I knew were terrible at the time!

This one was written for my best friend in high school. We were inseparable and I would have walked through fire for her. At 19 she cut me out of her life because her boyfriend didn't like me. Bitch.

To Jay

Laughter is infectious, Jay,
I have to crack up when you do.
I see you shake with mirth, and I
Can’t help but giggle ‘long with you.

When you snigger and collapse
I have to laugh until I cry.
It’s not the joke so much, but how
You grin at me and wink your eye.

Thanks for laughing with me, Jay,
It means so very much to me.
I hope you’ll stay forever more
A friend from whom a smile comes free.

Nov 1989