This is a tale of waxing woe
For to the salon I must go
‘Cos you will be alarmed to learn
A hairy lip caused some concern (!)
I was running rather late
As I got ready for a date
When to my horror I did see
Some thick black hairs where none should be
Shocked, I fetched my beauty tray
And waxed the dreaded ‘tash’ away
The hairs came out, neat and clean
The ‘tash’ was gone, but there unseen
Was a trace of wax, lying in wait
For when I kissed my perfect date
I answered the door, still unaware
And smiled as my date stood there
His moustache was thick and lush
(And looked rather like a bristle brush)
It really was a pride and joy
He’d had since he just was a boy
Arm in arm we walked away
But I was later to regret that day …
For all was fine until ‘goodnight’
When my lover held me tight
He kissed my lips in deep embrace
Then found himself stuck to my face!
His ‘tash’ had to be removed
With scissors ‘cos it was firmly glued
His top lip then looked out of place
A pale stripe on a suntanned face –
And I was back then to square one
With more black hairs than I’d begun!
Strangely I haven’t seen him since …
But maybe that’s ‘cos I made him wince,
So the moral of this story is
Remove the wax or you’ll stay a Ms!
© Carol Pool (aka Sherri Trifle !)
thepoemlady.co.uk and thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Friday 29 January 2010
Thursday 28 January 2010
The Word is Spreading ...
The word is spreading
People are getting wise
They’re starting to see
What’s hidden from their eyes
The word is spreading
People are getting to know
They’re looking beyond
What the media can show
The word is spreading
And when they hear ‘the word’
People will question
What they’ve seen and heard
The word is spreading
There’s much to re-learn
We must question it all
And start to discern
The word is spreading
And it’s happening now
So don’t sit on the fence
Just stroking your brow
The word is spreading
Soon the seesaw will soar
And all the phonies
Will fall on the floor
The word is spreading
Will you spread the word
And think for yourself -
Or believe all you’ve heard?
The word is spreading
And you can be part
If you listen to your soul
And speak from your heart
The word is spreading
So spread it round please
And when more are aware
We’ll all live in ease
© Carol Pool
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
People are getting wise
They’re starting to see
What’s hidden from their eyes
The word is spreading
People are getting to know
They’re looking beyond
What the media can show
The word is spreading
And when they hear ‘the word’
People will question
What they’ve seen and heard
The word is spreading
There’s much to re-learn
We must question it all
And start to discern
The word is spreading
And it’s happening now
So don’t sit on the fence
Just stroking your brow
The word is spreading
Soon the seesaw will soar
And all the phonies
Will fall on the floor
The word is spreading
Will you spread the word
And think for yourself -
Or believe all you’ve heard?
The word is spreading
And you can be part
If you listen to your soul
And speak from your heart
The word is spreading
So spread it round please
And when more are aware
We’ll all live in ease
© Carol Pool
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Sunday 24 January 2010
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
My thoughts on education - in verse, of course!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And setting them test after test
Just so officials can see
How each measures up to the rest
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And making them all the same
Cos each one’s an individual
Playing a part in life’s game
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And cramming them full of ‘stuff’
Stop stifling their natural talents -
It’s time to say enough!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Let them do what inspires -
And when left to their devices
They’ll follow their hearts’ desires
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
But encourage imagination
Then you’ll be amazed to see
What they can bring into creation
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Just let them flourish and grow
Let them follow their own interests
And then just watch them go!
© Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And setting them test after test
Just so officials can see
How each measures up to the rest
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And making them all the same
Cos each one’s an individual
Playing a part in life’s game
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
And cramming them full of ‘stuff’
Stop stifling their natural talents -
It’s time to say enough!
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Let them do what inspires -
And when left to their devices
They’ll follow their hearts’ desires
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
But encourage imagination
Then you’ll be amazed to see
What they can bring into creation
Stop pigeon-holing pupils
Just let them flourish and grow
Let them follow their own interests
And then just watch them go!
© Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Saturday 23 January 2010
Mercury - a Toxic Timebomb
Mercury - A Toxic Timebomb
Scared of going to the dentist?
You should be, but not because of the drill
But because what they put in your teeth
Can make you very ill
Silver mercury amalgam
Is what they like to use
A highly toxic poison
That you would never choose
If you ask about the safety
They will simply say
(With a reassuring smile)
"There's no proof either way."
Now I have to say I'm curious,
How come the 'Powers That Be'
(The Government Agency, DEFRA)
Can say: "Don't touch mercury!"
To clear a broken lightbulb
You must open the windows wide
Don't breathe it in or get it on your skin
But seal it in a bag outside
Because mercury is "Hazardous waste
And should not be put in the bin."
They say: "No amount is good for you,"
SO WHY LET DENTISTS PUT IT IN?!
Any contact can make you sick
And workers in China are dying
Of exposure to poisonous mercury
making the lightbulbs we're buying
Mercury's a toxic timebomb
So if you've got any in your head
Go to a mercury-free dentist
Who'll put white fillings in instead!
Your smile will be much brighter
And your health much better too,
And avoid mercury lightbulbs ~
Don't let people die for you
thepoemlady.co.uk
For more info see article in The Sunday Times, May 3, 2009
Scared of going to the dentist?
You should be, but not because of the drill
But because what they put in your teeth
Can make you very ill
Silver mercury amalgam
Is what they like to use
A highly toxic poison
That you would never choose
If you ask about the safety
They will simply say
(With a reassuring smile)
"There's no proof either way."
Now I have to say I'm curious,
How come the 'Powers That Be'
(The Government Agency, DEFRA)
Can say: "Don't touch mercury!"
To clear a broken lightbulb
You must open the windows wide
Don't breathe it in or get it on your skin
But seal it in a bag outside
Because mercury is "Hazardous waste
And should not be put in the bin."
They say: "No amount is good for you,"
SO WHY LET DENTISTS PUT IT IN?!
Any contact can make you sick
And workers in China are dying
Of exposure to poisonous mercury
making the lightbulbs we're buying
Mercury's a toxic timebomb
So if you've got any in your head
Go to a mercury-free dentist
Who'll put white fillings in instead!
Your smile will be much brighter
And your health much better too,
And avoid mercury lightbulbs ~
Don't let people die for you
thepoemlady.co.uk
For more info see article in The Sunday Times, May 3, 2009
Where's the Money, Honey?
"Where's the money, Honey?"
Is what you've got to ask
Before you even sit down
And start another task
Don't say "Maybe, Baby!"
'cos being vague's no good
you need to know if you want to grow
and get out of the wood
You can dare if you're aware
to spread your wings and fly
but take care of the small stuff
or your plans will crash and die
So being specific's terrific
right down to the very last coin
you can tell when a job's done well
'cos others will want to join
So ask: "Where's the money, Honey?"
'Cos if you can find a way
to get paid for what you love doing
you can do it every day.
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
This poem was inspired by the usual comment from my mentor, Roger Lowrey, every time I come up with another good idea! "WHERE'S THE MONEY IN IT?!"
"Where's the money, Honey?"
Is what you've got to ask
Before you even sit down
And start another task
Don't say "Maybe, Baby!"
'cos being vague's no good
you need to know if you want to grow
and get out of the wood
You can dare if you're aware
to spread your wings and fly
but take care of the small stuff
or your plans will crash and die
So being specific's terrific
right down to the very last coin
you can tell when a job's done well
'cos others will want to join
So ask: "Where's the money, Honey?"
'Cos if you can find a way
to get paid for what you love doing
you can do it every day.
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
This poem was inspired by the usual comment from my mentor, Roger Lowrey, every time I come up with another good idea! "WHERE'S THE MONEY IN IT?!"
Friday 22 January 2010
Mercury Madness
Mercury makes you mad, they say,
and I am mad as hell
at the dentists who still use it
in the fillings that they sell
I'm mad as hell at the dentist
who poisoned me for years
telling me it was safe
and allaying all my fears
Two suspected heart attacks
extreme exhaustion and fatigue
memory fog and more besides
is what it did to me
MS, ME and chest pains
and many other ills
can be caused by what the dentist
puts in the teeth he fills
'Cos Mercury's a known poison
so if your health's in doubt
and you've got a mouthful of it
then get those fillings out!
Not by a standard dentist, though,
but one that's Mercury free
you want to be quite sure
that it's done properly
So before you take medication
for any of your ills
get checked for metal poisoning
don't just opt for pills
Sort the source, not the problem
and look after yourself well
and eradicate any toxins
'cos being ill is hell!!!
Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk<
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Mercury makes you mad, they say,
and I am mad as hell
at the dentists who still use it
in the fillings that they sell
I'm mad as hell at the dentist
who poisoned me for years
telling me it was safe
and allaying all my fears
Two suspected heart attacks
extreme exhaustion and fatigue
memory fog and more besides
is what it did to me
MS, ME and chest pains
and many other ills
can be caused by what the dentist
puts in the teeth he fills
'Cos Mercury's a known poison
so if your health's in doubt
and you've got a mouthful of it
then get those fillings out!
Not by a standard dentist, though,
but one that's Mercury free
you want to be quite sure
that it's done properly
So before you take medication
for any of your ills
get checked for metal poisoning
don't just opt for pills
Sort the source, not the problem
and look after yourself well
and eradicate any toxins
'cos being ill is hell!!!
Carol Pool Jan 2010
thepoemlady.co.uk<
thepoemlady.blogspot.com
Wednesday 20 January 2010
A Life in Verse ..
A life in verse - after all, we all live in the Uni-verse!!
I have had a fun afternoon today, posing for pictures for the local paper for an article they are writing about me and my poems. I felt like one of those lovely models, you know, when they say things like, "Look up ... face this way, smile, etc." Unfortunately I don't look like one so might have to borrow an airbrush.... haha. Let's hope the lens was sympathetic, eh!
If you'd like to read one of my latest poems, here it is: (PS if you are sharing this around, please keep my name and details on it. If you want to reproduce it anywhere, please ask first.)
SLUSH by Carol Pool
Slush is snow that's lost its glow
it's grey instead of white
and unlike when it first arrived
doesn't sparkle in the light
Slush is snow that's like Playdough
that's been moulded by many hands
and snowman, sleighs and snowballs
brought fun across the land
Slush is snow the wind can't blow
it's dirty, watery ice
it makes a really awful mess
and isn't very nice
Slush is snow that's started to go
to make way for better weather
but it brought unity to community
and people did things together
Snow's become slush that's in a rush
to get to the lakes and rivers
and we're all glad to see it go
'cos we tired of having the shivers!
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
I have had a fun afternoon today, posing for pictures for the local paper for an article they are writing about me and my poems. I felt like one of those lovely models, you know, when they say things like, "Look up ... face this way, smile, etc." Unfortunately I don't look like one so might have to borrow an airbrush.... haha. Let's hope the lens was sympathetic, eh!
If you'd like to read one of my latest poems, here it is: (PS if you are sharing this around, please keep my name and details on it. If you want to reproduce it anywhere, please ask first.)
SLUSH by Carol Pool
Slush is snow that's lost its glow
it's grey instead of white
and unlike when it first arrived
doesn't sparkle in the light
Slush is snow that's like Playdough
that's been moulded by many hands
and snowman, sleighs and snowballs
brought fun across the land
Slush is snow the wind can't blow
it's dirty, watery ice
it makes a really awful mess
and isn't very nice
Slush is snow that's started to go
to make way for better weather
but it brought unity to community
and people did things together
Snow's become slush that's in a rush
to get to the lakes and rivers
and we're all glad to see it go
'cos we tired of having the shivers!
copyright Carol Pool Jan 2010
www.thepoemlady.co.uk
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