Am reminded of the joke about Divorce Barbie, who comes with all of Ken’s accessories.

Pinched from elsewhere:
One day a father gets out of work and on his way home he suddenly remembers that it’s his daughter’s birthday. He goes to a Toy Shop and asks the sales person, “How much for one of those Barbie’s in the display window?”
The salesperson answers, “Which one do you mean, Sir? We have: Work Out Barbie for $19.95, Shopping Barbie for $19.95, Beach Barbie for $19.95, Disco Barbie for $19.95, Ballerina Barbie for $19.95, Astronaut Barbie for $19.95, Skater Barbie for $19.95, and Divorced Barbie for $395.00”.
The amazed father asks: “It’s what?! Why is the Divorced Barbie $395.00 and the others only $19.95?”
The annoyed salesperson rolls her eyes, sighs, and answers: “Sir…, Divorced Barbie comes with: Ken’s Car, Ken’s House, Ken’s Boat, Ken’s Furniture, Ken’s computer and one of his mates.”

Let me

Let me win the lottery
Let me win it now
I’ve picked the house
And chose the colour of the cars
That will fill the garages five
And then I’ll spend the rest of the week
Swimming and then seeing my hives.
A big garden, acres in all
Outbuildings a plenty
And room for running round
To scream that the bank is not empty!

Don’t buy it

Don’t buy it just because it’s there
Or someone says you must.
Black Friday is a scare
Will the shops run out of tat if you don’t buy now?
No, but the shops are begging you to spend.
So just for once, stand still and think
Do you need the thrill of buying
And spending cash on things you don’t really need?
Stop! I don’t buy it!
I don’t believe you do.
So put it back and step away,
Leave the shop and hide.
Buying presents out of guilt
Should stop write now.
tell your friends that Christmas has been cancelled
That the day is about the time we have to spend
And not the money.
Ignore the urge
and sad cries from shops
With email lures and mindless slops
Of promises to shop online
To save you money and to save you time.
Make something in stead, a tiny gift
Write a letter or a poem
And gift this to the ones you love.
Buy little things bought with thought and time
And not the desperation of pre-Christmas sales patter.
Stand up and say you will not spend
Don’t buy it, my friend.
You do not need to spend your cash
Your friends will not think you’re rash.
They’ll be relieved to know they are excused
The endless, mindless shopping expedition that throws
Up spending craziness and pain
When the credit card bills arrive again.
So don’t buy it,
Spend it not.
Think small and kind and be a friend
Who doesn’t need to brag and spend.

A challenge to remember

Time drifts in and slowly covers the memories
I have of you.
I can remember less each day
And you are further lost
This is how it should be
As the passing of each day
Eases the pain.
Soaks away the gruelish temper of regret
And burns off the self-primed tarnish of sorrow.
Time ticks on,
As it should.
Memories ease and fade.
As they should.

Dilly dally

Don’t dilly dally on the way to the kettle
Get that brew made
And warm my hands up
Don’t dilly dally get the job done
Sooner I have some coffee
Then I’ll get some work done.
Don’t dilly dally, so stop writing this
It’s my turn to make a drink
I will stop writing now.

Click and print

Clicked and printed
Pick up the warm papers
And looked around
For a paperclip.
Made notes and put them in a folder
For when I get older
Or just next week.
Legalese words
Numbers and letters registry codes
Confusion over what stays.
Action needed
At the meeting.
Not for me.
I don’t want to be a trustee.

Palest blue

cloudPale pale blue sky
Looks as cold as my feet feel
Frozen clouds hang in stillness
The day is quiet and calm.
The sun has been bright
Shining it’s light down
But even that is weakly cold
And not warmed the earth.

If I could reach out into the sky
And touch those giant clouds
Would they feel solid
Or as soft as marshmallow insides?

The sky is dimming
As the sun dips down
The night comes too soon
As solstice ticks closer.

If I could jar some sunshine
And hold it in my hand
Would it burn my fingers
Or turn into golden sand?

To capture a cloud
To paint the sky
To remember that image
Only makes me cry.

Tomorrow’s sky will be grey
Full of sad old rain
Pouring from the heavens
One miserable drop at a time.