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Pancake day

The children all look forward

To the tradition of Pancake Day

Whilst mother cooked the pancakes

The children went outside to play

 

The smell of the pancakes cooking

Creating an hypnotic aroma in the air

Children just like a magnet

Drawn inside, just to stop and stare

 

They stood watching their Mother

Tossing the pancake with glee

Children shouting.” Please don’t drop it”

 Landing safely back in pan for all to see

 

Out came the oranges and lemons

Making them delicious to eat

Children tucking into the pancakes

Everyone enjoyed that pancake treat.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Be my Valentine


 

Will you be my Valentine?

Will you be my love?

For you were sent from heaven

An angel from above

I will send you flowers

Chocolates so sweet and dark

For I am infatuated with you

I have placed you within my heart

I promise not to hurt you

To treat you with tender care

To love and provide for you

 For everything I have I’d share

So please be my Valentine

 Together till the end of time

I will never desert you

If only you’ll say your mine

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Remembering Valentines Day

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I remember all my Valentines

They are deep within my heart

Every one was so special

Until the day we had to part

You see my loved one past away

After many years together

All the memories of Valentines Day

To me I will always treasure

Red roses were always given to me

And a candlelit meal for two

Every time Valentines comes around

My everlasting love I send to you

And on this special day

I place by your picture frame

A bunch of red roses in memory

To ease my heartache and pain

Malcolm Bradshaw

Remembering Valentines Day

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I remember all my Valentines

They are deep within my heart

Every one  was so special

Until the  day we had to part

 

You see my loved one past away

After many years together

All the  memories of Valentines Day

To me I  will always treasure

 

Red roses were always given to me

And a candlelit meal for two

Every  time Valentines comes around

My  everlasting love I send to you

 

And on this special day

I place  by your picture frame

A bunch  of red roses in memory

To ease  my heartache and pain

 

Malcolm  Bradshaw

Remembering Valentines Day

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I remember all my Valentines
They are deep within my heart
Every one was so special
Until the day we had to part

You see my loved one past away
After many years together
All the memories of Valentines Day
To me I will always treasure

Red roses were always given to me
And a candlelit meal for two
Every time Valentines comes around
My everlasting love I send to you

And on this special day
I place by your picture frame
A bunch of red roses in memory
To ease my heartache and pain

Malcolm Bradshaw

Burns Night

Thousands of people in the UK

Will be celebrating the life of Robert Burns

The celebrated poet of Scotland

Reading his poems in turns

Robert Burns born into a farming family

In Alloway, Ayrshire in 1759

He died at the age of 37years

On this earth for a very short time

Yet in that very short time

He took the Scottish literary by storm

Secured a place in history as a legend

From the day he was born

So as Burns night approaches

Let all celebrate his plight

By reading his wonderful work

Remembering his poetry on Burns Night

Malcolm G Bradshaw

CHILDREN AT CHRISTMAS

 

xmas So as we celebrate Christmas,

Let us think of all those in need,

We pray to you Father,

That all of them will feed,

For it is nice to celebrate Christmas,

When sound in body and mind,

When you have had your Christmas meal,

On turkey and pudding you’ve dined.

 

Think of all the children,

Who celebrate alone?

Who have no families?

No where to call there home,

There is nothing to celebrate,

For those little girls and boys,

No reindeer or Father Christmas,

No stockings to fill with toys.

 

So remember when we celebrate Christmas,

In a stable far away,

Was born a little baby,

And in a manger lay,

The shepherds and the three wise men,

Who travelled from a far?

They looked up into the sky,

And followed a bright new star.

 

They knelt down by Jesus,

To worship the new born King,

With Gold, Frankincense and Mere,

The three wise men did bring,

So send your thoughts out to the children,

For it should be a special day,

Let us thank the lord for what we have,

And to him we should say.

 

Father take all the children,

Surround them with your love,

Send your light to protect them,

From your glorious world above.

This world is full of profit,

Men that are full of greed,

What about the children,

Who die, if they don’t feed?

It would be nice,

If this time next year we see,

That all the children of the world are fed,

And that everyone was free.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

Christmas

Christmas means many things

To people through out the land

To Christians it’s a celebration of Jesus

Of a birth that God had planned

 

To non-Christians

It’s just another day

They still worship God

They do it a different way

 

All other religions are just as important

For they are touched by the divine light

They all have there own celebrations

To praise God is their right

 

We should thank God for his gifts

For his light of love is in all

He claims not to belong to one movement

He only asks we listen to his call

 

Enjoy your religion

Be happy in all that you do

For God is your Father and Mother

And he is in all of you

  Malcolm G Bradshaw 

REMEMBRANCE DAY TO DAY COME AND JOIN US AND SHOW THAT YOU STILL CARE!

Remembrance Sunday is held “to commemorate the contribution of British and Commonwealth military and civilian servicemen and women in the two World Wars and later conflicts

Bonfire Night

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As we celebrate bonfire night
Let us remember when it all began
Guy Fawkes tried to blow up Parliament
The government of the day was not a fan

His attempt to destroy failed
For his treachery he was hung
Today we all celebrate bonfire night
With everyone having lots of fun

With fireworks and sparklers
Jumping jacks, bangers and mushy peas
The fire burning lightening up the sky
See the rockets flying over the trees

The smell of bonfire toffee
Fireworks displaying so bright
The fire well alight now
Lightning up the darkest night

Remember to be careful
For fireworks can burn and maim
Let your parents light them all
Keeping all away from hurt and pain

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Bonfire Night

As we celebrate bonfire night

Let us remember when it all began

Guy Fawkes tried to blow up Parliament

The government of the day was not a fan

 

His attempt to destroy failed

For his treachery he was hung

Today we all celebrate bonfire night

With everyone having lots of fun

 

With fireworks and sparklers

Jumping jacks, bangers and mushy peas

The fire burning lightening up the sky

See the rockets flying over the trees

 

The smell of bonfire toffee

Fireworks displaying so bright

The fire well alight now

Lightning up the darkest night

 

Remember to be careful

For fireworks can burn and maim

Let your parents light them all

Keeping all away from hurt and pain

 

                                                        Malcolm G Bradshaw

SCARY MARY

 

Scary Mary would like to be pretty

Someone that was gorgeous and lush

But alas she was born with a face

With wrinkles all over her mush

Her hair was all in a tangle

With a wart on the end of her nose

She is pretty disgusting

From her head down to her toes

She though I will make a potion

To make me a beautiful bell

But alas forgot the words

To create her powerful spell

So speaking the words that she thought

Throwing in larks tongue and essence of goat

Next morning she looked in the mirror

Realising she’d turn into a bloke

Knowing she could not  turn her self back

She rushed out of the room in a hurry

Then she changed her name by de pole

Now she goes under the name Murray

Malcolm  Bradshaw
WE ALL HOPE YOU HAVE A SAFE BONFIRE NIGHT

BONFIRE NIGHT BY MALCOLM BRADSHAW

Bonfire Night By Malcolm Bradshaw

Scary Mary’s Back

Gathering around the witches cauldron
The ugliest group ever seen
Mary uttering nasty vile spells
Then she let out a blood-curdling scream

The leader of the nasty coven
Was the witch named Scary Mary?
Her face was full of warts
With a moustache and beard all hairy

They danced around the cauldron
Throwing toads and spiders into the brew
Mary was supposed to be experienced
But alas she had not a clue

Her cat Boris was watching
With a smile across his face
To see the witches leaving
At a fast and furious pace

One thing they had forgotten
As they were flying around the floor
They were so high on the brew
They forgot to open the door

Boris by now was in pieces
As they all crashed together in a heap
He was rolling around laughing
As the witches struggled to their feet

Scary Mary was now quite vexed
As she tried to kick start her broom
Boris now was crossing his legs
And was quickly leaving the room

Scary Mary by now was quite dizzy
As she staggered she bumped her head
The last time Boris saw her
She was casting spells in her bed

Malcolm Bradshaw

Scary Mary and Johnny By MALCOLM Bradshaw

An autumn painting

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Autumn, ah it’s a  painting on canvas

With splashes of  colour everywhere

It’s not hidden  away from view

It is an occasion  for all to share

An artist has  created it

With colours of  every shade

The vibrant  shades of beauty

In their splendor  are on parade

Each tree and  shrub stands proud

Making an hypnotic colourful display

Of leaves falling  gently to the ground

Creating a carpet  of colour where they lay

As the winter  winds grow stronger

They tantalize  the fallen leaves

All whipped up in  frenzy

Stripping all the  shrubs and tree’s

Now the canvas  has been completed

The paints and  brushes packed away

Mother Nature  displays her painting

Of the perfect  Autumn Day

Malcolm  G Bradshaw

Saint Georges day



 

Saint George sat all alone

In a tavern enjoying a flagon

He was pondering deep in thought

On how he was going to slay the dragon

 

He mounted his trusty steed

In his armour with shield and lance

Sped of into the distance thinking

Would he succeed, would he stand a chance?

 

As he approached the clearing

The mighty dragon stood tall

With fire coming from his nostrils

He stood with his back to the wall

 

A mighty battle soon enraged

As George lunged forward with his lance

The dragon fought with courage

But alas the dragon didn’t stand a chance

 

He rid the village of the dragon

So everyone could live in peace

The villages hailed him a hero

For the terror now was to cease

 

George became the patron saint of England

Where it’s celebrated every year

So enjoy all the celebrations you attend

When you see Saint George give him a cheer

  

Malcolm Bradshaw
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