Money

Money slips through my fingers

in a way I understand

but in spite of all my grasp of dough

I cannot save a grand

I can see where its all going

but haven't got a clue

of how to stop my wasteful ways

It simply will not do

I have too many hobbies

Too many things adore

I buy, I hoard ,I harvest

I order, I collect, I store

I want too many things

Things I simply need

Because when someone else has got one

Inside me plants a seed

So I'm going to change my fabric

and I don't mean buy more clothes

I'm cutting my cloth more suitably

and delivering a suite of nos

I'm going to start tomorrow

It's not a good time today

As I, am currently winning

Three auctions on ebay

Family

Families are so special

They even pre date time

Your born into one without a choice

no reason nor rhyme

Families can be odd

and the members can be burks

But you wouldn't choose another

in spite of all their quirks

as the family that is yours

has been shaped from gene to gene

and their oddities and talents

are encased within your being

You mother always loves you

and shows you where to go

She wards off poor decisions

And she listens when your low

Your dad he is your hero

He's good at many things

He make you feel so special

with the time for you he brings

Your siblings are a challenge

and drive you round the bend

But the older that you grow

the more they are your friend

They're family because some how

some where in the past

the love between a mum and dad

came together with a blast

And so it's time for you to shape

your family, born and grown

and apply all of the things you learnt

and a few things of your own

They'll always be your babies

and alone won't have enough

so drown them in your adoration

time, support and love.

Camping in Cornwall (Thursday 28th July 2011)

by Craig Thomas on Sunday, 31 July 2011 at 19:17

Tents are magic,

Camping is great

When the weather is clement

And the kids sleep in late.

When the kit is prepared

And you're well stocked with wine,

It's fair to say

that camping is fine

But things feel different,

When you've not got the kit

When the rain beats hard

And you tent absorbs it

When the flash flood delivers

A stream across your floor

And your plastic coffee cup

Sails out of the door

When your cooker provides

More light that heat

Then making a brew

Is no mean feat

When your lilo is punctured

And deflates whilst you snore

Leaving imprints of stones

As you sink to the floor

So what am I saying

What's the point here

I guess it's that like anything

It's better with good gear

So when I get back

Enough is enough

I'm shopping online

And getting good stuff

A much bigger tent

Fridge, port-a-loo

Wardrobe, small toaster

Microwave too

I'm buying a trailer

to stick it all in

And then I'll be set

For comfy camping

And next time we go

We'll be seasoned and hardened

And will definitely stay

Further afield than our garden

Victory in Manchester Day (14th May 2011)

by Craig Thomas on Sunday, 31 July 2011 at 23:28

If a war broke out between the Mancs and the Scouse,

I'd be planning and fighting with blues in my house.

If a battle commenced twix North and South,

I wouldn't hear the accent from the Scousers mouth.

If the red heads in skirts invaded our land,

the Cockneys and I would fight hand in hand.

If the Frogs crossed the waters to spoil our isle,

I'd fight with the celts to protect every mile.

When Europe was set up on by the German stench,

we stood up together and fought with the French.

Lay down your arms you bigoted fools; stop your dividing before stupidity rules.

Lets all stand together as brothers as one, and kick in the Martians, alien scum.

Craig Thomas ©