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To enquire in the first instance, please email: schooltransportsouthampton@gmail.com HERALD RECRUI TMENT Change of Seasons by Mr G Jenkins© Summer turns to autumn, Autumn turns to winter, Winter turns to spring And spring turns to summer again. How lucky we are when our seasons come round. This will not change, so have no fear, This always comes round, year after year. The hot summers are a pure delight, Whilst autumn brings that chilly bite. Into spring, what a delight, With swaying daffodils making the days so bright. Its summer now and we hope for the best, So that we can lay on the beach and have a jolly good rest. Gossip! Gossip! by Dorothy Lockyer © I met Molly Brown the other day She’d so many things she wanted to say! ere in the aisle of the Superstore I heard her history and so much more! In con dence, I’ll tell you this, she said I don’t gossip, said I, nodding my head. As I le the shop, I bumped into Flo Just had to tell her the things I now know! I’m almost sure she wouldn’t pass them on But she was chatting to Betty a er I’d gone. On reaching home, bags lled with the shopping My Hubby said, I thought you weren’t stopping! Well, I met Molly Brown, then bumped into Flo You wouldn’t believe what they told me though! Put the kettle on, we’ll have tea and a chat And I’ll tell you all, it’ll fair li your hat! My Hubby went quiet, then looked at me A look that made me feel sort of guilty! Feathers ru ed, I asked, Why the deep frown? I’m thinking he said of poor Molly Brown Gossip for good could be advantageous But what you have done is quite outrageous! If you must gossip, then pass on good news Beware of rumour, watch your P’S and Q’s! If Only…… (A true romantic’s tale) by Mike Bennett © If only I’d thought at the start Let the words tumble straight from my heart But I live with regret That it’s you I’ve upset Which is why, at this time, we’re apart Since you left me the skies have been grey And they darken with each passing day How I long for your touch As I love you so much It’s forgiveness for which I now pray Then I think of your kiss and your smile How I’d captured your heart for a while How our paths had first crossed And the love I have lost Of the lady I once could beguile But if love conquers all, I’ll survive Dreams of holding you keep me alive Though if real I’d be blessed I’d be at your behest And my spirits would quickly revive Until then, it’s these thoughts I’ll embrace While the tears softly fall down my face But I’d swallow my pride To just be by your side And I’d stay there, my love, with your grace If my words you have chosen to snub Then I’m not gonna stay in and blub There just isn’t a fear That I’ll sit around here Cos I’m off, with my mates, down the pub! OLD POETS NEVER DIE by Isobel Smith© In all of my 58 years I’ve never ever broken a bone, No falling from a tree or from a motorbike have I ever been thrown, I never did something stupid like hang gliding or even played contact sports, Car racing or rugby… ....never anything of those sorts, But here I am a bit battered and very tender around the shoulder, No, I haven’t decided to make up for my inert activity as I get older, I’m here today, arm in a sling just because of my small spaniel, Yes, I can’t even drive my car for a short while , especially as its gearbox is manual, I was in my office typing some things about radio coverage for the police, Something now I’m fairly sure in 6 weeks time from which I’ll be released, Rufus lay at my feet content in the fact that I’d just taken him out for a big walk, He’ll lay there all day while I work away, though he watches me slyly like a hawk, But this time I got up he did not flinch and carried on intensely with his sleep, So I lifted one foot gently above him hoping his small curled up shape he would keep, But alas it did not go that way as his eyes suddenly opened , oh so wide! While my balance was shifting from one foot to another, he ‘interfered’ heavily with my tride, ‘Oh no, don’t move!’ I thought to myself (you know how you can think things really fast), Which way are you going you little fur ball?, but my point of balance had passed, It was way too late by then he moved to the place where my foot was about to land, I could see vets bills coming through the door at me and they’d easily be several grand, So down I went after shifting my weight , no time to even put out a hand, With no chance of stopping, my fat whole body was dropping, so onto hard wood flooring I did land, ‘Oh, deary me that hurt!’, I thought to myself, but of course the dog, well he was just fine, Am sure it would have been so much less painful if I had been drinking some red wine But I just dusted myself down while Rufus was busying at licking my nose But the pain was still throbbing when my wife came home and I just thought , pah!,well, that’s how it goes’, And, as a bloke, we ignore these things and assume that they’ll just go away, But when I woke up next morning… ouch! ouch ! ouch! ouch ! … was ALL I could flipping well say ! So as my wife was working I drove myself over to Lymington to it’s A and E, An hour later after X-rays and a prod, a cracked clavicle was diagnosed for me, I wasn’t allowed to drive my car home , thankfully they do not charge for parking, I had to cadge a lift to get back to my lonely dog, who was by now howling and barking! So now I’m grounded for god knows how long, till I can once again quite safely drive, Would it have been cheaper to have stepped on my dog, for me not to have taken that dive? I guess I’ll never know, it’s just one of those things that I guess us pet lovers will do, And now I’m on a break (no pun intended) where it’s awkward just to go to the loo, The morale of this story, well I think it’s clear to say... Let sleeping dogs lie !... and if you need a wee, get up and go the other way! DODGY DOGGY by Steve Dodgson© Old poets never die ey only reach the bottom of a page On a steady diet of a poem and a pint ey live to a ripe old age ey search their head for one more phrase Or an untitled poem leads to one more phase No, old poets never die. Old poets never die ey merely pause for breath ey scratch away with their old, old nibs On poems about sex or maybe death And they search their head for just one more rhyme Evading St. Peter, perhaps, one more time For old poets never die. Old poets never die But they sometimes get a mental block So they get together for a workshop once again And the room resounds with the scratching of their pens ey search their head, for their running out of time Shouting, bugger me I’m trying but it just won’t rhyme Yes, old poets don’t have time to die. 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