Showing posts with label Cuppa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuppa. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 April 2012

The Fragility of life

Maybe its because i am now old that i am becoming more sentimental? or maybe my man boobs are producing more estrogen? Who Knows? but i just read that someone who's blog i follow has just passed and it has genuinely upset me.

Vicky or as i knew her better Whitewave92 has lost her battle with a tumor and at such a young age its heart breaking.Well its heart breaking at whatever age life is lost but i guess more shocking and hits home the message of mortality a lot harder.

If i was to say i knew her i would be lying, as i never had the pleasure of speaking to her outside of the bloggesphere. But having read all of her posts i feel that i got a good measure of the girl and a glimpse of what she was going through even though i will never really know if you know what i am saying ?

I also think that rather than any one become sad over what has happened to her she would prefer everyone to take life by the balls, as lets face it.. life will always be to short! Even if not to short for the person that has passed but the people who mourn that person.

Mortality is a scary thing and to lose someone is horrible but i agree with how i think Vicky would feel and that is live life to the full, laugh and feel as much as you can and drink and swear brikie !



Rest in peace young lady X 

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Mabs Poems

She is My misses ( Lucky Girl ) and i am going to dedicate this page to poems about  her !


Mabs the bog monster 




Mabs was an awful beast,
On small children she did like to feast,
She gobbled them up,
Then a cuppa she’d sup,
Before eating 3 more at least!









Mabs the Cake fiend 


She loved eating cakes,
Spending time with her mummy,
Watching them rise,
Oohh they look so yummy!


She loved eating cake
As it brought her much joy
Now she’s eaten so much
She cant play with her toys


Now she loves eating cake
But only in bits,
As she eaten so much,
it gives her the shits.




I haven't died yet !
Thoughts of a dying man! 


Oh Katharine, Oh Katharine,
when will you be mine?
I see you at night,
But not all the time!

We hold hands on the beach,
It feels so real,
What I wouldn’t give to not dream this but feel!

When I sleep I am with you and I feel so high.
Then when I wake from my slumber,
I just want to die!


Oh Katharine, Oh Katharine
Why did you leave?
We once were together,
Now alone I can’t breath.

Why have you done this?
We were so great together
Now I have to face this nothingness,
Alone, forever!



More to come .........................................................................