The Pub Quiz
For answer sheets I've paid my pound
Can't wait until the music round
Pint on table, pen in hand
Dulcet tones of the question man
Where and what and why and when?
(Bet he gets it wrong again)
Who won the cup in '52?
Where the heck is Timbuktu?
Stalagmite or stalactite?
Who invented dynamite?
Where's my paper, what's my score?
When was the battle of Agincourt?
Head is spinning, need a break
Stop the quiz for heaven's sake!
The picture round is getting dull,
The photos indistinguishable;
Leon Trotsky, Jimmy Nail
And some unknown from Emmerdale.
The year of birth of Vera Lynn?
If you know, cheap plonk you win.
The jackpot question - what a sod
Unanswerable by all but God
At last the end! My bed I seek
I'll see you all again next week.
Dave Cadman, Darlington.
The Clippy Mat
On Lindisfarne I saw this church, its doors were open wide,
Curiosity overcame me, and I humbly stepped inside.
The usual church items were there on display
But something at the back of the church really made my day.
It was a mat - a clippy mat, in wooden frames it lay,
With a hook, spare pieces of material and a message for the day,
Which read: "If you so wish, take a seat and sit awhile,
"Pick up the hook and material, add your contribution with a smile."
I 'pegged' a couple of pieces, my mind immediately took flight,
To childhood memories making clippy mats beside a coal fire, warm and bright.
And outside the snow would be falling and the winter days dark and grim,
But colourful patterns on the clippy mat were a welcoming sight within.
I left this pretty church and wandered on my way,
But for one moment I'd become a child of yesterday.
And yet as I made my exit, I felt an inner glee,
That there in a simple clippy mat, I had left a part of me.
Olga Ramshaw, West Rainton.
Must Be My Age
Once upon a time.
When I was very small,
For televisions and mobile phones
We didn't have much call.
The silver screen was more our scene,
With Jungle King Weismuller,
Now, the jungle's concrete
Starring Arnold Schwartzen....Muller?
As time passed by and so it does,
I bought a four-wheeled steed,
A Standard Vanguard, fifty pounds
And bought on the drip feed.
Unlike today's hot hatches,
It was built just like a wagon.
Fuel consumption hefty,
Ten lamp posts to the gallon.
Two pounds to fill the tank
And take my family out.
A day down by the sea
Would cost us next to nowt.
Not for us The Ultimate,
Or even Pepsi Max,
We'd Moon Rocket, Skid and Shuggy Boats,
Talk about relax!
Eating out, no problem
Just join the three-mile queue
For fish and chips, hot water
And extra for a brew.
You see there wasn't a McDonald's
To cope with families,
Or Burger King supplying
Drive-in facilities.
So now when I look back
With spectacles you see,
And tongue in cheek
I'll say that things
Ain't what they used to be!
Bob Parker, Newton Hall, Durham.
Christmas
Hark the Herald Angels sing,
And merrily the cash tills ring,
Tis the season of goodwill
That is prior to the bill.
Our Saviour in a manger lay
And so we celebrate His day
With plastic cards, mayhem and queues,
And retail worship fuelled with booze.
Before we finish, praise and hail,
Each shop is gearing for the sale,
Which may I say, the question begs,
Where to buy the Easter eggs?
Maureen Blackett, Darlington.
The Angels of Aycliffe
It was the self-styled traitor, Lord Haw Haw
Who gave the Angels their fame
"In admiration of their bravery",
Loudly he would acclaim.
They made bullets, they filled shells,
Without thought of danger to themselves.
For 50 years they had one ambition
To achieve well-deserved recognition
And march down Whitehall in military precision.
Mary Wright, Shildon.
An Autumn Walk
All creation praises the Lord
As autumn colours abound
For as the sun shines from above
It lights up the leaves all round.
Nature's glory on a November day
Displayed for us in bright array.
So we join in and praise God too
For the wonders He does for me and you.
And the biggest wonder of them all
Is that Jesus loves us, hears our call.
So though we praise Him for creation
We praise him most for our salvation.
Elizabeth Tomlinson, Richmond.
Times Past
Oh to be young and in my prime,
I'd wish it could last till the end of time.
But as you get old and your hair turns to grey,
You find those times have slipped away.
When you look back on bygone days,
You find life has changed in so many ways.
If I could have my wishes come true,
I would wish them all, to come to you.
So think of today and not the past,
And let those precious memories forever last.
Live for today and forget the past.
Sarah Denham, Newton Aycliffe.
Spin OAP to MPs
People who care have a quest in life
Mine is in poetry and pointing out strife
Poetry should rhyme and be a pleasure to read
Mine is for necessity and not for greed.
Granda's army will have to fight once more
To afford to live on our own shore
We must unite for one more fight
For a decent pension which is our right.
To highlight the wrong through power of print
And remove from pensioners' vocabulary the word 'skint'
We are past the age of work and sport
And for what we achieved you're paying us short.
Where you come from it matters nought
As long as you are good at sport
We made this possible and at great cost
Where would you have been if we had lost?
We must unite with the power of the word
And keep up the pressure till we are heard
Our basic pension to live and to dine
Is less than the cost of a good bottle of wine.
I will finish as I started with a little quest
I've highlighted our problems now you do the rest.
This poem should be read by all MPs sitting
Our basic rise would then be fitting.
E Askew, Kirk Merrington.
Cracked Surface
Crack the paint on the walls
Scratching with your knife
Help it to decay
Falling apart
Just like me.
You could watch transfixed
Stare at the damage you've done
No
Not You
You hide away
Feeling nothing
Like stone
Can't face what you've done.
Look in my eyes when I see you
Watch the colour drain away
Just like my happiness did
It's slowly growing back
But you're always there
In the edges of my mind
Waiting to destroy me.
I need the fear to leave
Need to escape the past
And those memories that keep me awake
I need to forget your face.
Sarah Thompson, Newton Aycliffe.
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