Suburban Rainforest!

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Some friends have recently moved house. The view from their old house into the neighbouring garden was quite unique. It was like looking down on a rainforest. I was disappointed not to see the odd monkey or snake…

Some friends lived next door to ‘Jungle Jim’
Had a garden you couldn’t fit anything in.
The shrubs had overgrown you’ve no idea,
His mower left in there some time last year.
Somewhere hidden a chair and a table
Electric strimmer and power cable.
Indiana Jones searching for the garden shed
Finds lost suburban tribe instead!
Greenhouse gasses don’t stand a chance
With a mini-rainforest of overgrown plants.
A neighbour like that makes no sense
As tigers peer through the broken fence!
When fruits overhung they went picking’em
From ‘Jungle Jim’s’ wildlife park in Twickenham!

© Baldock Bard 2012
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The Equestrian Family!

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We’ve become an ‘equestrian family’,
Since my daughter got a horse,
She grooms it and she feeds it
,
Which all takes cash of course!
On Saturdays we’re at the boot sale,
We buy apples by the ton!
The family lives in penury,
Rosettes are ‘boot sale’ won!
© Baldock Bard 2012
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The Joys of Pet Ownership (part 1)

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Last night I discovered why many people choose not to have a pet! Along with many friends, my life seems to revolve around our ‘furry children’! They are rewarding at times but sometimes…

I was fast asleep in the middle of the night,
When Mrs Bard screamed, she’d had an awful fright.
I groggily sat up, my back was covered in sweat,
Oh no it wasn’t, the bed was soaking wet!
I turned on the light and there to my dismay,
A squashed heap of sick by a sleeping dog lay!
We stripped off the bed, I stripped off my clothes,
Naked to the washing machine (should have used a hose!)
It was all my fault as almost most things are,
The door to the upstairs I discovered was ajar.
When I returned, with fresh bedclothes and a sheet
Where was the bloody dog?
On the bed, still fast asleep!
 © Baldock Bard 2012
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The Vegetarian!

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A man I have known for a long time surprised me the other day. I always meet him at the burger van and discovered his dirty little secret. I have changed his name to protect him from his wife …

Reggie is a veggie,
No meat in his diet,
(apart from bacon sandwiches)
About which he keeps quiet!

© Baldock Bard 2012

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The Home-Holiday!

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According to the latest survey by Boot-poll for this weeks Bootnews, home-holidays (or staycations) are growing in popularity. This is particularly true amongst the retired generation who are turning their backs on Benidorm for the more reassuring Brighton, Bridlington or Blackpool…

Fred and May have been away,
Last week as the temperatures soared,
They both look tanned and healthy,
Because they always go abroad!

I saw them at the boot sale,
They had a shock in store,
Yes! They’d been on holiday,
But they’d stayed on Britain’s shore.

They didn’t change their money,
No need to learn the lingo,
No runny-tummy-upsets,
Just fish and chips and bingo!

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The Greener Grass…!

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At the car boot sale last Saturday I was talking to Andrew who is part of the daily commute to an office in London. He was bemoaning his ‘lot’ in life. I thought of him yesterday when the wind was blowing hail and rain around the yard and down my neck! Sometimes the grass may seem greener…

Andrew told me…
I spend all week in an office,
My brain is closing down
,
What I really need is fresh air
,
Not the stale sort up in town.

I take the ‘Sardine-Special’,
From Baldock every day,
My job is doing my head in,
There must be a better way!

I don’t see my kids in the mornings,
Don’t tuck them in at night,
My wife is a weekly stranger,
This lifestyle can’t be right!

Can’t wait for Saturday mornings,
Find a bargain and beside,
Munch a bacon roll whilst wandering,
In the glorious countryside.

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Welcoming a New Commodore!

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Today I took Mrs Bard boating with some friends. We watched a curious ceremony where members of an up-market river-boat club (blazer and tie/flowery dress wearers only need apply!) greeted the appointment of their new Commodore (boss, chairman or leader – not a 1980’s computer). The members either dipped their flag or saluted from their boat as they cruised past the Commodore and his ‘good lady’ standing on the inspection dais. To a non-boatee it seemed a curious display, one possibly only found amongst the remnants of a ‘Raj culture’. Perhaps to those from abroad it is, along with Morris Dancing, shortbread in tartan-bedecked tins and Royal Weddings, what they consider depicts our country…

We were invited for a day on the river,
I put on my blazer and tie,
Mrs Bard dressed like a sailor,
We were late, in a state, don’t ask why!

We arrived at the tumbledown marina,
Big Bob’s boat, was nowhere in sight,
When shown its place on the mooring,
We found it, what a pit, what a fright!

I think the first owner was Noah,
Or failing that, one James or John,
The hull was in need of attention,
The inside, was not wide, and so wrong!

Big Bob tried to start up the engine,
An exhaust cloud, engulfed near and far,
Mrs Bard had a fit and was coughing,
“Be better, to have left her, in the car”

We finally left the marina,
Mopped brows, from all with a boat,
Got sworn at with powerful language
By a ‘Sod’, with a rod, and a float!

We came across a procession,
Of posh boats, going ever so slow,
Big Bob said they were saluting,
“Be better, to let her, go below!”

We were passing an up-market marina,
Stocked with boats, I could never afford,
An en-blazered old man started waving,
We waved back, through a crack, from on board!

Our host started the shouting,
When told to “get out the way!”
Pushing and shoving resulted,
With a crash and a splash and ‘hooray!’

Big Bob has been banned from the river,
He is nursing, a badly broken arm,
I’ve decided to take my wife rowing,
We can bond, on a pond, on the farm!

© Baldock Bard
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Magazine Titles!

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I went into a branch of a large newsagent this morning. While queuing up to pay I was astounded by the number of magazines on offer and the vast range of interests they catered for. As a simple farmer I am used to the range of farming-related magazines but nothing could prepare me for the numbers available for bus and coach ‘enthusiasts’, railway modelers or classic car collectors. Maybe you have been equally astounded and could recommend the most unusual magazine you’ve ever seen…

I was looking at magazines
In the newsagents shop,
From renovating a tractor,
To how to sail a yacht.

I wondered to myself,
Who ever buys these titles,
From jumping with your horse,
To shooting with long rifles.

How many people keep,
A bus in their back yard,
Can off-roading with a 4×4,
Really be that hard?

Suddenly I found myself
Engaging with these books
And when I looked around the shop
I was attracting dirty looks

I thought my best defence
Was to grab a magazine
When I went up to pay
I’d picked ‘Naked Ladies Scene!’

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Secrets from the Loft!

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While clearing out our loft I came across a book that bought back many childhood memories. The Stanley Gibbons Simplified Stamp Catalogue 1966 was in a long deserted box with a few broken toys and other unwanted items. In my youth, many boys collected stamps, it was a relatively cheap hobby and one that definitely had parental approval. Stanley Gibbons charted the values of stamps and was an eagerly awaited publication as collectors could value their acquisitions. The hobby was also part of a transitional phase as most collections lasted only a few years before being replaced by other more exciting pastimes like girls! I’m not going to get all soppy about past times but just thought I ought to share the discovery…

Are you a hoarder or do you throw out?
Does your attic echo with no need to shout?
The attic in our house is crammed to the roof,
With millions of memories (even baby’s first tooth!).

In a box full of toys and some bright coloured ribbons,
A book from my past, 1966 Stanley Gibbons!
This brought back memories of many hours spent
Sticking stamps in an album that I’d bought down in Kent

You’d attach them with hinges, licked with your tongue,
You’d pray that they held until you were done.
But the greatest of moments, not greeted with mirth,
Was the arrival of the catalogue, what are they worth?

I was tempted by adverts, that used to say
‘Buy Stamps on Approval, No Need to Pay!’
A friend was thus suckered and received a great lot,
Of very common examples, most of which he had got!

So here’s to Stanley Gibbons, the font of all knowledge,
Stuffed up into attics when boys went to college.
If I’d known a letter would one day cost 60p,
I’d have laughed in your face, ‘You taking the pee?’

In another 40 plus years will they understand?
We once had a Postie who delivered by hand,
Everything electronic, will be sent out so quick,
And my stamps in the loft, will follow me to the skip!

© Baldock Bard
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The Rise and Rise of the App!

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If you had been asked a couple of years ago: “What is an app?” how would you have answered? Would you have thought that the speaker was boasting about his physique or a new piece of apparatus in the torture chamber that is the gym? The almost overnight arrival of the App has turned our mobile phone into more like a prop from Star Trek than a telephone! The other day I cleared out a drawer and discovered an old mobile phone from  just nine years ago – it was a phone, no camera, no music and certainly not a hint of an app! Where to now, I can’t even begin to imagine.
At this stage the Baldock Bard feels he has to admit that he has over 70 apps on his i-phone. It begs the question: what does your phone say about you…?

I bought an i-phone, my old mobile was crap,
The man in the shop said: “Now you need an app!”
On my way home, I needed a map,
I stopped in a lay-by, and bought my first app!
Now I can’t stop, If I do I feel flat,
All I keep thinking? “There’s an app for that!”

I remembered our Anniversary, I’m such a diplomat!
Must order some flowers, “There’s an app for that!”
On a countryside ramble, with my mate Pat,
Where’s the nearest beer garden? “There’s an app for that!”
I’m off to a wedding, Umbrella or hat?
Court shoes or Wellies? “There’s an app for that!”
If the central hearings broken, with faulty thermostat,
I need to know the temperature, “There’s an app for that!”
Last night I was greedy, today I feel fat,
Nearest fitness centre? “There’s an app for that!”
My nephew is staying, (he’s a spoilt brat!),
Where can I take him? “There’s an app for that!”
England playing at the Oval, are they in to bat?
Are they winning? “There’s an app for that!”
To order some pet food, a bell for the cat,
Some chews for the dog, “There’s an app for that!”
I rang Ruth in Los Angeles, I wanted a chat,
Couldn’t find her number, “There’s an app for that!”

But now my phone’s broken, on it I sat!
My wife said to me: “There’s no app for that!”

© Baldock Bard
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