Warm Numbers

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The temperature has been spring-like for a number of days but could turn colder.
We have been using our new saw bench for cutting up firewood for the log burner.
Years ago, when I worked on a farm near Cambridge, there was an old farmhand called Derek. He always used to say that you got a ‘number of warms before a fire is lit!’
Remembering this saying prompted me to write this, it doesn’t rhyme nor meter but I believe it ‘does what it says on the tin’.
I once entered it into a poetry competition, needless to say it didn’t win, but it remains one of my favourites, I hope you like it too.

I took a walk in the woods with my chainsaw
A branch lay prostrate across my path
I donned my protective clothing, helmet and gloves
To protect me from the ferocious machine bucking in my hands
The sweat ran down my face like lava
Warm number one

I split the sawn timber into cheese-shaped logs
Wielding the axe like an irate backwoodsman
I felt the sweat on my collar
Warm number two

I hurled the logs onto the trailer
The smell of fresh split wood drifted in the still air
By then my shirt was awash!
Warm number three

I unloaded the logs into the wood shed
Trundling wheelbarrow loads up the path
The sweat dripped from my nose like rain droplets
From a jungle leaf
Warm number four

The frost crept in after dark
I lit the fire in the grate
The white smoke curled out of the chimney
As I sat back to enjoy
Warm number five

© Baldock Bard

The Baldock Saturday Car Boot Sale returns on the 14th April 2012
www.u-boot.co.uk

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Early Morning Heartburn

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This morning I woke at just after two o’clock with terrible indigestion.
While I sat in the living room, feeling angry with myself for eating a second helping of lasagne with garlic bread and suffering the consequences, this verse erupted onto the page.

“You don’t have to look far”,
my Grandma always said,
“to find someone wishing,
they were in your shoes instead”.

© Baldock Bard

 

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Bird Killer

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Recent reports by so-called experts have theorised about the diminishing numbers of birds in our gardens.
Some have blamed birds of prey and some have suggested farmers are at fault.
One culprit seems to have escaped criticism.
Having watched our cat, Snuggles (no, I didn’t choose the name), from my office window, I felt I ought to add my name to the list of experts…

A sparrow trilled a trilly-tweet,
perched upon our garden seat.
Struggling to reach top ‘C’ (flat),
failed to spot the neighbours cat,
and that…
was that!

© Baldock Bard

 

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29th February Birthdays!

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A friend of mine has a birthday today and while out and about I met someone else who had her birthday today as well. As it only comes around every four years, I couldn’t resist the opportunity…

My friend Max has turned fourteen,
The oldest teenager I’ve ever seen.
He’s the junior in his family you see,
His youngest daughter, she’s already twenty-three.
I wished him Happy Birthday on his special day,
The next time I can say that is four years away!

I met a girl on her morning walk,
With her mother and dog, we stopped to talk.
Her mother said, “it’s her birthday today”
Looked far older than six, I might say.
She’s left uni, she can drive,
Can drink in pubs, not Coke outside.
Has she missed out? Have no fear,
They only hold Olympics in her birthday year!

copyright Baldock Bard 2012

 

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The Early Days – Boot Sale Archive 1

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In 1997, the Baldock Bard (known then simply as ‘Stan’) wrote the first four verses for the Baldock Car Boot Sale adverts.

Based on nursery rhymes they immediately gained recognition throughout nowhere and nobody commented on their humour, originality or content. The world turned, blissfully unaware that a revolution was happening that would leave nations untouched for many years to come.

Mary had a clear-out
Couldn’t believe her eyes
Took a stall at our boot sale
Now her house seems twice the size!

Little Bo-Peep
Couldn’t get to sleep
Because of her telephone bill
She took up a pitch
That made her quite rich
Now her bills don’t make her so ill!

There was an old lady that lived in a shoe
Had so many children she didn’t know what to do
She took a pitch at our car boot
Couldn’t sell the children but made some loot!

Jack and Jill went down the hill
To sell at our car boot
Jill bought a gown for half a crown
And Jack bought a second-hand suit!

 

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