A four line poem

I long for weather warm and sunny
Instead it's wind and snow
And more is on the way, I fear
Oh where is summer's glow.

Oh hildajennyj I share your yearning
The forecasters say yet more on the way
Surely the clocks must soon be turning
Forward so we have more light in the day?

Half term holidays are near
To Scotland I will go
By train and ferry, bus and foot
It will be fun, I know.

The grandchildren are unaware
Of my impending visit
A nice surprise inside my bag
And shouts of ooh, what is it!

The snowdrops and the springtime flowers
Are pushing through the ground
The garden soon will be a riot
And colour will abound.

I want to go on holiday
Somewhere warm and nice
Somewhere where the sky is blue
And there's never any ice.

I want sun and warmth and light
Not dark and grey and ice
I hate the cold and wish I might
Hibernate just like harvest mice.

Looking all round Gransnet
Cheers me up no end
I forget the cold and wet
And read about my friend(s).

I have to admit failure
I've put my heating on
I really hate to do it
It costs a ruddy ton.

I'm struggling with the dusting
It's taking me all day
I keep wishing for a Genie
To take it all away!

Indoors again.
Because of the rain.
I really don't mind.
Relax and unwind.

DS is in hospital
And feeling rather glum
Cos he can't sit properly
Due to a boil upon his bum

The put him under yesterday
And cut it open wide
Then poked about around it
And cleaned it out inside

Why asleep you ask me
Well he's only six years old
And he didn't really understand
The things that he was told

So they put him to sleep
Before they did the op
So he wouldn't be frightened
When they gave his boil the chop.

They'll let him out tomorrow
When they're sure that he's OK
But no school for a few days
At home he's got to stay

Cos of that he's heartbroken
He really loves his school
100% attendance
Is his normal rule.

DH's medication makes him go all hot
He asks me 'is it warm in here?' I say 'not it's not'
He sneaks into the hallway and turns the thermo down
And says to me 'well if you're cold put on your dressing gown'

Poor wee chappie, vampirequeen
A bum boil is not cool
Hope he feels much better soon
And gets back to his school.

Goodness me, it's all gone quiet
No Sabbath poems to be seen
Guess that's better than a riot
Let's hope Monday brings a wheen.

It wasn't that we're lazy
Or simply being lax
We were watching Call the Midwife
And Last Tango in Halifax

I've got a spiralizer
It's really lots of fun
You turn and turn the handle
Til all the veg is gone

It turns out veggie pasta
To use instead of duram wheat
You put it in a frying pan
To give it a little heat

You serve with whichever sauce
You like you would normally
And eat it anyway you like
Formally or informally.

But the calories very low
Compared to the real thing
In fact they're so very low
It's enough to make you sing.

Normally a pasta dish
Is 800 calories or more
But vegs are low calories
So the number goes through the floor

I really love my pasta
Even more than bread
But I like veggie pasta
Cos weight I'm trying to shed.

vampire the poems you pen here
Really are the best
Reading them gives such cheer
Along with all the rest

The standard is really very high
You put my poems to shame
I'll have to try much harder
To make them scan the same.

A robin has made his home
In our local Waitrose store
He leaves his little calling card
Upon the shiny floor.

He flies around the warehouse
And roosts upon the beams
He doesn't want to go outside
Or that is how it seems.

Today we tried something new
It's called cauliflower rice
It works just like the real thing
In fact it's rather nice.

We had it with a Korma
And it soaked up all the sauce
So the next time that we have it
I'll make extra sauce, of course.

Waitrose robin is in danger
For outside he will not go
Someone is coming with a gun
To shoot him dead, oh no!

That's totally appalling
To shoot our little friend
Waitrose is supposed to be caring
No more to there I'll wend

Fear not, our robin friend is safe,
If in the warehouse he will stay
They 'ticed him in there yesterday
Let's hope he flies away.

Today I had a burger
Made with veg and nuts
It was very tasty,
But it stuck inside my guts.

I'm sure it'll be away quite soon
For it was full of fibre
So if I were in Rome right now,
it would join the river Tiber!

Or if I were in gay Paree
it would join the Seine
And bob away towards the coast
with a gay Paree distain.

Or again, in Hung-a ree
It would join the Danube
I could capture its escape
And post it all on Youtube

Do you know what a wardrobe is? I asked DH today.
Of course I do, was his reply, what a silly thing to say.
Then why oh why have I just found these garments on the bed
A coat, a scarf, a shirt, some socks and that daft hat you stick on your head?