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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>daniel jack</title><link rel="self" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>This blog will be home to the mainly humorous verse penned by Daniel Jack. It will be regularly added to,in the hope that readers will always find something new to enjoy.All work on this blog is original,&#13;
and remains the copyright of Daniel Jack. Verses can be written to order for specific people, for specific occasions. Email norman02@eco.unioffice.co.uk with your enquiry</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T10:53:52+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-05-06:/2008/05/06/a-wolud-be-pet-4136954/</id><title>A WOLUD BE PET</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/a-wolud-be-pet-4136954/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-05-06T07:09:52+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:10:35+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I'd like to be an animal,&lt;br&gt;
Looked after by a vet.&lt;br&gt;
And live a life of luxury&lt;br&gt;
As someones pampered pet.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little bird,&lt;br&gt;
Residing on my perch.&lt;br&gt;
I'd always be so well behaved,&lt;br&gt;
And often go to church.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little frog,&lt;br&gt;
In my own heated pool.&lt;br&gt;
With lots of squirmy tadpoles&lt;br&gt;
Who would learn in froggy school.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little cat,&lt;br&gt;
And pedicure my paws.&lt;br&gt;
And brush my fur, and floss my teeth,&lt;br&gt;
Whilst varnisning my claws.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little fish,&lt;br&gt;
And circle round my bowl.&lt;br&gt;
My comfy, fishy life would be&lt;br&gt;
Relaxing, on the whole.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little mouse,&lt;br&gt;
And gorge mysrelf on cheese.&lt;br&gt;
Then waddle round the house all day&lt;br&gt;
Too full to even sneeze.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little dog,&lt;br&gt;
I'd sleep most of each day.&lt;br&gt;
From time to time, I'd up and bark,&lt;br&gt;
To keep riff raff away.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'd be a little snake,&lt;br&gt;
Not long, but very thin.&lt;br&gt;
So you could make a handbag&lt;br&gt;
Every time I shed my skin.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'd like to be an animal,&lt;br&gt;
Be, someones pampered pet.&lt;br&gt;
Cos life as homo sapiens&lt;br&gt;
I haven't mastered yet.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/a-wolud-be-pet-4136954/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-05-03:/2008/05/03/the-sumbariner-4125020/</id><title>THE SUMBARINER</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/03/the-sumbariner-4125020/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-05-03T08:12:43+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:12:43+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I served as a submariner,&lt;br&gt;
In underwater crew.&lt;br&gt;
But when you're in a submarine,&lt;br&gt;
You can't enjoy the view.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In fact there often isn't one&lt;br&gt;
And when you're deep below,&lt;br&gt;
It's difficult to notice if&lt;br&gt;
There's wind or rain or snow.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now submarines are nuclear&lt;br&gt;
And sail we know not where,&lt;br&gt;
You can't take out a map and say,&lt;br&gt;
Last Tueusday, we were there.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Their voyages last many months&lt;br&gt;
Of claustrophobic Hell,&lt;br&gt;
Imagine all those feet and pits,&lt;br&gt;
The cumulative smell.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The front door doesn't open when&lt;br&gt;
You're underneath the waves.&lt;br&gt;
Cos if it did, the crew would soon&lt;br&gt;
Be washed to watery graves.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You stealth around for months on end,&lt;br&gt;
Top secret, Mums the word.&lt;br&gt;
The Russians? well they've all gone home,&lt;br&gt;
A while ago they heard,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Cold War ended years ago,&lt;br&gt;
There's no one left to fight.&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps we're floating aimlessly&lt;br&gt;
Around the Isle of Wight.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yes, maybe that's just where we are,&lt;br&gt;
But then we'd never know.&lt;br&gt;
Because of lack of windows,&lt;br&gt;
We're quite clueless where we go.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I served as a submariner&lt;br&gt;
In underwater crew.&lt;br&gt;
The one thing you can guarantee,&lt;br&gt;
You won't enjoy the view.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/03/the-sumbariner-4125020/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-05-02:/2008/05/02/title-4122481/</id><title>title-4122481</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/02/title-4122481/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-05-02T13:27:33+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:27:33+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br&gt;
When myself was in my prime,&lt;br&gt;
I could do so many things I can't do now.&lt;br&gt;
But now years have hurried by,&lt;br&gt;
All I do is sit and  cry,&lt;br&gt;
Over things I just can't do, but do know how.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/05/02/title-4122481/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-30:/2008/04/30/vapour-trails-4112811/</id><title>VAPOUR TRAILS</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/30/vapour-trails-4112811/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-30T06:48:11+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:48:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Vapour trails that scar the sky,&lt;br&gt;
Icy patterns way up high.&lt;br&gt;
Marking movement plane by plane,&lt;br&gt;
Cant be seen when we have rain.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/30/vapour-trails-4112811/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-29:/2008/04/29/my-vine-4108691/</id><title>MY VINE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/29/my-vine-4108691/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-29T08:40:21+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:40:21+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;This morning at quarter past nine,&lt;br&gt;
I opened two bottles of wine.&lt;br&gt;
At twenty to one,&lt;br&gt;
The wine was all gone,&lt;br&gt;
I really should plant my own vine!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/29/my-vine-4108691/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-28:/2008/04/28/the-runaway-bus-4103760/</id><title>THE RUNAWAY BUS</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/28/the-runaway-bus-4103760/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-28T07:05:38+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:59:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;We almost were killed,&lt;br&gt;
I wasn't too thrilled,&lt;br&gt;
The incident put me in shock.&lt;br&gt;
A runaway bus&lt;br&gt;
Ran right into us,&lt;br&gt;
It was running completely amok.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It veered to the right&lt;br&gt;
Then went out of sight,&lt;br&gt;
O'er the crest of a very steep hill.&lt;br&gt;
Shot right through the town,&lt;br&gt;
Without slowing down,&lt;br&gt;
Creating one hell of a bill.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And then came the splash,&lt;br&gt;
The Almighty crash,&lt;br&gt;
As the bus came to rest in the lake.&lt;br&gt;
The driver said "Wow,&lt;br&gt;
I'm resigning right now,&lt;br&gt;
That bus didn't have any brake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/28/the-runaway-bus-4103760/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-25:/2008/04/25/title-4092433/</id><title>I'M FULL TO THE BRIM</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/25/title-4092433/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-25T10:41:21+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:42:53+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;On the day of my creation,&lt;br&gt;
I contracted constipation.&lt;br&gt;
Been like that my whole life through,&lt;br&gt;
Never have I used a loo.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/25/title-4092433/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-24:/2008/04/24/a-lonely-man-4086857/</id><title>A LONELY MAN</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/24/a-lonely-man-4086857/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-24T08:12:28+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:14:03+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I went to a funeral,&lt;br&gt;
A colleague had died.&lt;br&gt;
Not too many liked him,&lt;br&gt;
So nobody cried.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In fact, to be brutal,&lt;br&gt;
At time of inter,&lt;br&gt;
Myself, me, yours truly&lt;br&gt;
Was the only one there.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The vicar said "Blimey,&lt;br&gt;
Did he have no mates,&lt;br&gt;
Or is there confusion&lt;br&gt;
Regarding the date?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Can't wait, in a hurry,&lt;br&gt;
I need to get on,&lt;br&gt;
Let's hope all his family&lt;br&gt;
Don't come when we've gone."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/24/a-lonely-man-4086857/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-16:/2008/04/16/breeding-like-rabbits-4050917/</id><title>BREEDING LIKE RABBITS</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/16/breeding-like-rabbits-4050917/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-16T09:43:30+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:43:30+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I had a little rabbit,&lt;br&gt;
I kept him in a hutch.&lt;br&gt;
He spent forever sleeping,&lt;br&gt;
Life wasn't up to much.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Last month I hit the pet shop,&lt;br&gt;
To buy my buck a mate.&lt;br&gt;
I checked the hutch this morning,&lt;br&gt;
And counted twenty eight!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/16/breeding-like-rabbits-4050917/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-10:/2008/04/10/missing-mail-4024494/</id><title>MISSING MAIL</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/10/missing-mail-4024494/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-10T10:11:23+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:11:23+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I sent some letters through the mail,&lt;br&gt;
I can't remember when.&lt;br&gt;
Cos since I dropped them in the box,&lt;br&gt;
They've not been seen again
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/10/missing-mail-4024494/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-09:/2008/04/09/footballers-lament-4019040/</id><title>FOOTBALLERS LAMENT</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/09/footballers-lament-4019040/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-09T06:23:32+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:23:32+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I've had my fill&lt;br&gt;
Of getting nil&lt;br&gt;
And losing every game.&lt;br&gt;
We used to score&lt;br&gt;
A goal or more,&lt;br&gt;
But now things aren't the same.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Weeks since we've scored&lt;br&gt;
The fans are bored&lt;br&gt;
Our atrikers face the sack.&lt;br&gt;
And every week&lt;br&gt;
More goals we leak&lt;br&gt;
We're hopeless at the back.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We can't attract&lt;br&gt;
The stands aren't packed&lt;br&gt;
Statistics have revealed,&lt;br&gt;
Last game, I guess,&lt;br&gt;
The crowd was less&lt;br&gt;
Than players on the field.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Results are bad,&lt;br&gt;
The worst we've had,&lt;br&gt;
We're stuck in bottom place.&lt;br&gt;
So, much maligned,&lt;br&gt;
We've all resigned,&lt;br&gt;
To lessen the disgrace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/09/footballers-lament-4019040/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-08:/2008/04/08/my-leaky-shoe-4013629/</id><title>MY LEAKY SHOE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/my-leaky-shoe-4013629/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-08T07:25:21+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:25:21+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br&gt;
About my leaky shoe.&lt;br&gt;
I'll mend it by and by,&lt;br&gt;
Till then I hope it's dry
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/my-leaky-shoe-4013629/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-07:/2008/04/07/hey-diddle-diddle-4009854/</id><title>HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/07/hey-diddle-diddle-4009854/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-07T13:13:16+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:13:16+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey diddle diddle,&lt;br&gt;
The cat did a piddle&lt;br&gt;
All overthe kitchen floor.&lt;br&gt;
Boy how we laughed,&lt;br&gt;
To see such fun,&lt;br&gt;
So the cat went and piddled some more
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/07/hey-diddle-diddle-4009854/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-04:/2008/04/04/my-mobile-phone-3993507/</id><title>MY MOBILE PHONE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/04/my-mobile-phone-3993507/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-04T06:04:23+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:04:23+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;My mobile phone,&lt;br&gt;
I'm ne'er alone,&lt;br&gt;
Wherever I may go.&lt;br&gt;
My spirit falls,&lt;br&gt;
When someone calls,&lt;br&gt;
It does annoy me so.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/04/my-mobile-phone-3993507/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-03:/2008/04/03/glow-worm-3988952/</id><title>GLOW WORM</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/03/glow-worm-3988952/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-03T06:57:11+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:57:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I'd like to be a glow worm,&lt;br&gt;
Cos glow worms don't do glum.&lt;br&gt;
You never can be grumpy,&lt;br&gt;
When the Sun shines out your bum
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/03/glow-worm-3988952/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-02:/2008/04/02/the-tax-man-3984040/</id><title>THE TAX MAN</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/02/the-tax-man-3984040/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-02T06:44:31+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T06:44:31+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;April brings the Tax Man&lt;br&gt;
Knocking at my door.&lt;br&gt;
Sends me his "Assessment"&lt;br&gt;
Chills me to the core.&lt;br&gt;
All year long I work hard,&lt;br&gt;
Doing what I can.&lt;br&gt;
Then comes retribution,&lt;br&gt;
From this spiteful man.&lt;br&gt;
Still I know deep down that,&lt;br&gt;
I will have to pay.&lt;br&gt;
Doesn't make it easy,&lt;br&gt;
Come the fateful day.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/02/the-tax-man-3984040/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-04-01:/2008/04/01/time-3978567/</id><title>TIME</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/01/time-3978567/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-04-01T06:23:22+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:23:22+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Time, like steam, you cannot hold,&lt;br&gt;
Through the years our lives unfold.&lt;br&gt;
Ever quicker psssing by,&lt;br&gt;
Ever stop to ponder why,&lt;br&gt;
Though they're sound of limb and lung,&lt;br&gt;
Life is wasted on the young?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/04/01/time-3978567/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-28:/2008/03/28/my-favourite-snack-3955372/</id><title>MY FAVOURITE  SNACK</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/28/my-favourite-snack-3955372/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-28T07:17:24+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:17:24+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;The snack I love the most?&lt;br&gt;
Crisp bacon, served with toast.&lt;br&gt;
Brown sauce enhances taste,&lt;br&gt;
There's never any waste.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/28/my-favourite-snack-3955372/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-27:/2008/03/27/formula-one-3948322/</id><title>FORMULA ONE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/27/formula-one-3948322/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-27T07:20:53+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:20:53+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Watch Formula One,&lt;br&gt;
You blinked, they've gone.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;No crash first bend,&lt;br&gt;
My interest ends.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Cos after that,&lt;br&gt;
It's all so flat.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boredom begins,&lt;br&gt;
Who cares who wins.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/27/formula-one-3948322/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-26:/2008/03/26/the-grape-3942314/</id><title>THE GRAPE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/26/the-grape-3942314/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-26T10:36:50+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:36:50+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;This morning at quarter to nine,&lt;br&gt;
I opened a bottle of wine.&lt;br&gt;
At quarter past ten,&lt;br&gt;
I did it again,&lt;br&gt;
By lunchtime, my life was just fine.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/26/the-grape-3942314/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-19:/2008/03/19/the-senses-3903267/</id><title>THE SENSES</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/19/the-senses-3903267/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-19T07:09:17+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:09:17+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Without my eyes, I wouldn't see,&lt;br&gt;
Without my ears, deaf would I be.&lt;br&gt;
Without my nose, I couldn't smell,&lt;br&gt;
Without my tongue, no taste as well.&lt;br&gt;
Without my skin, I'd have no touch,&lt;br&gt;
Without all senses, nothing much.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/19/the-senses-3903267/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-18:/2008/03/18/swimming-3898206/</id><title>SWIMMING</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/18/swimming-3898206/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-18T06:59:02+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:59:02+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Whilst swimming at the pool,&lt;br&gt;
Occurred this circumstance.&lt;br&gt;
I dived, looked such a fool,&lt;br&gt;
On surfacing, less pants.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/18/swimming-3898206/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-17:/2008/03/17/title-3893020/</id><title>title-3893020</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/17/title-3893020/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-17T07:28:00+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:28:00+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I thought I'd pen a poem,&lt;br&gt;
Explaining how I feel.&lt;br&gt;
These next few lines will show you,&lt;br&gt;
Why I'm so down at heel.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My hearings failing badly,&lt;br&gt;
My eyesights waning too.&lt;br&gt;
My pulse is getting weaker,&lt;br&gt;
There's little I can do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My life is ebbing quickly,&lt;br&gt;
All hope I fear is gone.&lt;br&gt;
It all seems somewhat sudden,&lt;br&gt;
As I'm only twenty one.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/17/title-3893020/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-14:/2008/03/14/beer-3874727/</id><title>BEER</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/beer-3874727/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-14T07:51:29+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:51:29+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I used to overdose on beer,&lt;br&gt;
And then fall over, feeling queer.&lt;br&gt;
And then drive from the pub to here,&lt;br&gt;
Finding it difficult to steer.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/beer-3874727/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-13:/2008/03/13/inflation-3869348/</id><title>INFLATION</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/13/inflation-3869348/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-13T07:08:30+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:08:30+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;When I was just a little boy,&lt;br&gt;
Gents toilets were all free.&lt;br&gt;
I needed one the other day,&lt;br&gt;
It cost me 20p
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/13/inflation-3869348/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-12:/2008/03/12/marriage-3860873/</id><title>MARRIAGE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/12/marriage-3860873/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-12T07:05:46+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:05:46+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;"Do you love me?"  "Yes I do"&lt;br&gt;
"Lets get married, just we two".&lt;br&gt;
Sweet words uttered in loves course,&lt;br&gt;
These days just portend divorce
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/12/marriage-3860873/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-11:/2008/03/11/workers-lament-3854119/</id><title>WORKERS LAMENT</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/11/workers-lament-3854119/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-11T07:13:04+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:13:04+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I work all day,&lt;br&gt;
For little pay,&lt;br&gt;
Don't really have a goal.&lt;br&gt;
I've had my fill,&lt;br&gt;
For good or ill,&lt;br&gt;
I'm going on the Dole&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/11/workers-lament-3854119/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-10:/2008/03/10/waste-not-want-not-3846644/</id><title>WASTE NOT WANT NOT</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/10/waste-not-want-not-3846644/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-10T07:07:08+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:07:08+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;"Waste food? Some day you'll rue it."&lt;br&gt;
My mother used to say.&lt;br&gt;
Sunday, roast joint, its dripping,&lt;br&gt;
She'd use another day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The bones she'd put to stockpot&lt;br&gt;
The dog would get them third.&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't called recycling,&lt;br&gt;
Frugality the word.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/10/waste-not-want-not-3846644/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-07:/2008/03/07/my-pets-3828609/</id><title>MY PETS</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/07/my-pets-3828609/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-07T08:05:47+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:05:47+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;My pet rabbit&lt;br&gt;
Has a habit,&lt;br&gt;
Likes to pick his nose.&lt;br&gt;
My pet spiders'&lt;br&gt;
Sockings hide her&lt;br&gt;
Multitude of toes.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My pet donkeys&lt;br&gt;
Very wonkey&lt;br&gt;
When he tries to stand.&lt;br&gt;
My pet goat&lt;br&gt;
Will clear his throat,&lt;br&gt;
And sing, from opera grand &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/07/my-pets-3828609/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:danjac.blog.co.uk,2008-03-06:/2008/03/06/flat-toad-3823774/</id><title>FLAT TOAD</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/06/flat-toad-3823774/"/><author><name>07norman46</name></author><published>2008-03-06T09:40:31+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:40:31+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Big knobbly toad,&lt;br&gt;
Crossing the road.&lt;br&gt;
Soon to expire&lt;br&gt;
Under a tyre.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sickening splat,&lt;br&gt;
Knobbly toad's flat&lt;br&gt;
Horrid his fate,&lt;br&gt;
Widowed his mate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://danjac.blog.co.uk/2008/03/06/flat-toad-3823774/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>
