Surprise Recycling!

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It’s the time of year where a farmer’s thoughts turn to fertilizer! Some choose to ‘think inside the bag!’ and buy expensive man-made artificial fertilizer from UK factories or abroad. Others look to spreading an animal by-product from the farm, much to the chagrin of recently-arrived ‘villagers’. Others, without animals, and in an attempt to save money, use a much cheaper man-made by-product…

Driving along a country road,
You see a large lorry dumping a load,
It resembles a giant, slug-like heap,
Dumped in the middle of a field of wheat!
Later on you might see people roam,
Picking tomatoes to take back home!
If I were you, don’t consider them free,
I know what they’re grown in, just trust me!
Carry on eating, I’m afraid that you’re,
Picking recycled tomatoes from human manure!
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The Golf Clubs!

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IMG_1459A friend and his wife have been having a clear out! Amongst the no-longer-needed items was an old set of golf clubs. He took them to his local charity shop where he was asked what his handicap was. Being more of a driving-range thwacker and slicer than a serous club member, but not wishing to sound ignorant, he suggested ‘seven’ thinking it to be average. Apparently this is on the better side of pretty amazing! I couldn’t resist a little ‘poetic licence’…

My friend Mike had a bag of old clubs,
From when he used to play a round.
He was clearing out his garage,
When at the back they were found!

“What shall we do with these, my dear?”
He said to his charming wife.
“I’ve no longer the time or inclination,
To putt, drive, chip or slice!”

“Do what you like with your crappy old clubs!
Just get them out of my sight,
I can’t remember you last using them,
So throwing them out seems right!”

So he took them to the charity shop,
The assistant asked him “Hey!”
He replied when asked of his handicap:
“Everything I do, think or say!”

This is a work of fiction brought about by an innocent remark!
All characters are fictitious and bear no relation to anyone I may have met in the past, present or future. BB.

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Toby Shaw!

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Toby ShawA friend has a new dog! Nothing unusual about that. You might also be thinking: ‘the Bard didn’t chose to write about our new kitten/hamster/rat/snake/gerbil’. However this is a special dog, not only does he work with Paul Scott (http://www.scottcampers.com), but he is also a legal im-mutt-igrant from across the sea…

Toby Shaw, Toby Shaw,
Is one lucky Irish hound,
He’s managed to land squarely,
With both feet on the ground!

He’s come from the land,
Of Guinness and the bog!
With the luck of the Irish,
He is one happy dog!

He’s eyeing up a camper van,
That’s in for conversion,
That he want’s to ‘wash’ the wheels,
Is a boy Terrier perversion!

He sits all day,
On a warm workshop floor,
And thanks all the stars,
To be sure, to be sure!

Authors footnote:
Some years ago I spent 3 months in Ballycotton, County Cork. During that time I never heard anyone use the phrase: ‘to be sure, to be sure’! BB.

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Home Fishing!

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IMG_1418Have you ever had to deal with a blocked drain? Not the most pleasant of jobs, particularly when it is the waste pipe that connects from the toilet to a septic tank that won’t flow. A strong stomach, no sense of smell, some thick gloves and a total lack of a gag reflex is called for. My best advice is to always call the plumber well before any of these items fail…

There was a man lived near Staines
Had awful problems with his drains
His wife had trouble with the flow
“When I’ve gone, it won’t go!”

He told her not to make a fuss,
Hold down the lever for a double flush!
She said “please don’t shout at me,”
“Until it’s done there’ll be no tea!”

“Shall I call the plumber or will you?
Say it’s an emergency, that much is true!”
“But he’ll charge a fortune, think me a berk,
I’ll clear it tomorrow after work!”

“Can’t do it now, it’s dark tonight,
Wouldn’t be able to see if I was right!”
“I’ve got no rods to clear the flue,
Can you get some tomorrow from B&Q?”

Came home from work, called her a sod,
“I didn’t mean a fishing rod!”
She told him again not to shout,
“Just go upstairs and fish it out!”

He went outside removed a lid,
Right past his face, something slid!
He exclaimed “Well I’ll be fo*k*d
The drain right here can’t be blocked!”

“There’s just one thing I’ll do if I can,
Reach my arm into the pan!”
The water was foul and awful stinking,
“What am I doing? What am I thinking?”

He wiggled his fingers around the bend,
Gagging, belching and retching no end!
Finally he discovered, soft and whole,
Out of the pan fished a whole loo roll!

“That’s where it went, I heard a splash,
Is that the phone? I must dash!”
With that his wife closed the door
And left him retching on the floor!

The moral of this tale is clear,
Need to go fishing? Choose a pier!
If your drains block, especially in summer,
Swallow your pride – CALL THE PLUMBER!

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The Bard is a Pig!

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Sometimes when out, temptation is beyond endurance. One thing leads to another. Nose sniffs, brain registers, mouth salivates, stomach grumbles and food is ordered. Simple as that! I arrived home the other day and I was in trouble. Not through a blonde hair on my shoulder, stranger’s perfume on my coat or lipstick on my collar but the overriding waft of ‘Eau de Burger’ that followed me in through the door…

I was hungry,
Had to eat,
Spied a pub,
Down the street.

Walked right in,
Foodie smell,
Ordered burger,
Chips as well!

When it arrived,
Its size was great,
Very soon,
Empty plate!

Arrived home,
Wifely dig:
“Eaten out?
You’re just a pig!”
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Mrs Bard’s Whip!

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Whip!Mrs Bard spoils me and knows my weaknesses! When she fetched a giant whip out of the cupboard I thought I was in trouble! It turned out that it was a very sweet gesture, one I’m sure I hadn’t deserved…
Walnut Whip 1Mrs Bard bought me a treat,
A massive Walnut Whip to eat!
295grammes of pure pleasure,
For me to eat at my leisure!

Unwrapped the package, cried “Good grief!”
Was too big to fit between my teeth!
Cut in with a knife (made sure it fits),
It gave birth to mini whips!

Now it’s gone I hate myself,
Should have left it on the shelf!
The moral of this tale is clear,
Some things are larger than they appear!
Walnut Whip 2© Baldock Bard 2013
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Recycling Danger!

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Have you ever been embarrassed by the contents of your recycling box? Your neighbours, Mr and Mrs A.B. Stemious, have put out a solitary wine bottle along with three empty lentil tins. Your box suggests a possible house name change to Gomorrah Grange: The bottle box is close to bursting following a supermarket special offer, a popular Christmas party (that shocked the neighbours rigid) and missing the collection day a fortnight ago. The can box confirms your neighbours worst fears of sluttony in the street caused by your apparent diet of dog food, tinned ham and baked beans. While putting out our post-Christmas recycling I suddenly considered the contents and how they could be interpreted by an archeologist in a thousand years time…

The recycling crew think we’re alcoholics,
That solely eat dog food,
We sometimes read the papers,
And can be often rude!
I think it’s quite misleading,
In fact it’s quite untrue,
Have you ever stopped to consider,
What your recycling says about you?

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I Was Bored Too!

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A friend’s 23-year-old daughter recently posted on Facebook that she was bored. Rather than enter into an age-related rant about how lives used to be busier, harder and more fulfilling all those years ago, I decided to think closely as to how the subject related to me. After an hour of staring into space, three cups of coffee and a stroll around the kitchen, I remembered when I was last bored…

I used to drive a crawler tractor
Up and down the fields,
Dusty, dirty and noisy,
Clanking tracks with no quiet wheels!

Up and down, up and down,
Cultivating all day long,
Neither radio nor air-conditioning,
Just noise that was so wrong!

There was no mobile phone,
No i-pod in my pocket,
No digital delight come the night,
Just a slammed cab door and “Fockit!”

I was bored not just to tears,
(Caused by the bloody dust!)
That I made a pact to myself that day,
Get rid of it I must!

So I bought a Merc from Germany,
The colour was yucky green,
It had a stereo and air-con,
And handled like a dream!

Since that day when boredom shows,
I soon find stuff to do,
And remember back to noisier days,
When I was so bored too!
Photos (1976 & 1988):
Fiat 80c
Mercedes MB Trac 1500

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The Twelfth Day of Christmas!

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Today is the Twelfth Day of Christmas. All decorations should have been taken down last night to ward off bad luck for the coming year. I thought I’d do something different today with pictures from last year. Today also marks my 300th post since 27th February 2012, I hope you like it…

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

12 Plumbers Plumbing
11 Builders Balancing
Number 10 – The PM’s Thinking!
9 Singers Singing!
8 Cheeselets Stacking
7 Inches Flooding
6 Legs a Trike’n
5 OLYMPIC RINGS!
4 Babies Bounce
3 French Breads
2 Fresh Cream Buns
And a Queen celebrates a Jubilee!
Here’s wishing you a Happy and Fantastic 2013.
A massive ‘Thank You’ to those many readers who were with me in 2012 and to those of you who may be new……….
Welcome Aboard, Take a Seat and Enjoy the Ride! Who knows what is around the corner? 

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A Big Bang Apology!

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Have you ever watched a ‘cult’ programme that everyone you know finds side-splittingly funny only to sit stone-faced throughout? I have tried very hard to laugh at such a show, but the only laughter resonating around the room came from the live audience. But I could be wrong…

An old friend, bright and cheery,
Suggested I watch the Big Bang Theory.
So I sat and concentrated,
But found the programme zero rated!
Sheldon simply made me mad,
And I thought the storyline incredibly bad.
But to criticize something for not being fun,
You have to watch more than one!
Suddenly I laughed into a stupor,
Chortling at a U-tube blooper!
So I no longer call it guff,
Because I now can’t watch enough!
Where once I thought it was a bore,
I now say “thank-you” to Channel Four!

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