Memorable Moments

Biscuit memories are made of this:
Moments of laughter and absolute bliss
We remember performing at many events
in churches, an office, parks, even tents.

We devised poetry beneath the trees
with poet Mark Rutter,
it made birds spread their wings
and butterflies flutter.

With Johnny Fluffypunk
we had many a poetic laugh
mainly aimed at his
eccentric moustache!

We wrote sonnets like Shakespeare
with Matthew West
and performed them with gusto
at Brian's behest.

For seven years now
we've put pencil to paper
our intelligent verse is rarely terse
and each Tuesday is a rollicking caper.

Biscuits: Ikea Kafferep (is memorable moments with laughter and biscuits)

Taste test: 9 out of 10

Cost: Cheap and cheerful from Ikea

Goodbye Peter

Goodbye Mr Cotton,
You will not be forgotten.

Your leadership has always been spot on,
Your presence will be missed in Totton

We salute your rhyming prose,
Which is always on the nose.
Your writing prowess
Brought our poetry finesse.

Goodbye Mr Cotton,
You will not be forgotten.

As a manager no one could be better,
An expert on brain trauma.

Ciao for now,
Take a bow.
You’re throwing in the towel
To spend time with your trowel.

Goodbye Mr Cotton,
You will not be forgotten.

So it’s farewell from all the folks,
You might miss us,
But will you miss Terry’s jokes?

TTFN

Biscuits: Shortbread

Taste test: 8 out of 10

Cost: A gift courtesy Peter

Snow Stories

On the first day of spring
Winter returned with a sting.
The south of England stood white and still
Under an unseasonal March chill.

Karl’s young nephew saw
His first view of snow.

John T built his snowman,
But Jen missed her film, ‘The Greatest Showman’.
Her greatest thrill
Was pushing a car uphill
Without a spill.

Lee’s daughter rubbed snow
In his gingerbread beard.
To his hand she held tight
So he continued upright.

Much to his disappointment
Olly’s routine appointment
Led to a seven hour wait
That left him irate
Until offered a lift by a good Samaritan
With snow chains on her van.
Martin’s neighbour knocked at his door
To offer her kind succour.

Poor Katie was more than miffed
When she locked herself out
In the midst of a snow drift
So went down the pub and drank a milk stout.

But the best and tastiest snowflake
Was the icing on Trudi’s carrot cake.

Biscuits: Trudi's homemade carrot cake

Taste test: 10 out of 10

Cost: A gift courtesy of the Snow Day