tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43917520188009472202024-03-19T03:01:37.366+00:00DINOSAURS ETCA selection of poems, written to amuse my family and friends. Including the dinosaurs poems,I invented the dinosaur dynasty after coming down Steart Hill in the fog. It looked a likely spot for them.
I write poems about anything that pops into my head, mostly funny I hope.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-71590717112117052622016-05-23T07:52:00.001+01:002016-05-23T08:11:46.979+01:00Just Relax.<div><br></div><div> JUST RELAX.</div><div><br></div><div>You'r going for your driving test what does your teacher say just relax you'll be O.K</div><div>Just RELAX.</div><div>If the dentist does it just once again he'll be the one who feels the pain</div><div>Just RELAX.</div><div>The doctor says it as the baby is near just relax there is nothing to fear</div><div>Just RELAX.</div><div><br></div><div>When I want to scream and shout and I don't know what life is all about,</div><div>I prescribe myself a glass of wine <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">and I RELAX.</span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-56885894044700603242016-04-11T11:36:00.001+01:002016-05-16T07:30:28.293+01:007 Shades of Muffet. 7 Shades of Muffet.<div><br></div><div>When Little Miss Muffet left her tuffet</div><div>She lost her virginity,</div><div>That time was very strange indeed</div><div>Ending up in a trinity.</div><div>A lot went on that naughty night</div><div>Including something with whiplets</div><div>And what do you think the outcome is.</div><div>Miss Muppet's expecting triplets.</div><div><br></div><div> Jill West.</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-15128574824110326082014-09-20T12:31:00.001+01:002014-09-21T01:18:13.514+01:00Affection, Defection.<br><div> Affection,Defection.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm going to divorce my husband,</div><div>They said " have you thought it through".</div><div>I said "I've thought of nothing else,</div><div>But there's nothing I can do".</div><div>We all share a bed together,</div><div>I know it sounds quite bad,</div><div>He bestows so much affection,</div><div>It makes me very sad.</div><div>I've thought so much about it.</div><div>Really tried to let it be,</div><div>But what it boils down to is,</div><div>HE LOVES THE I PAD MORE THAN ME.</div><div><br></div><div> Jill West.</div><div>(We've been married for 61 years,so we might last a bit longer.)</div><div> </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>(I'ts 61 years now and I wouldn't ever let him go.)€,</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-18516086472277544732014-05-19T09:00:00.001+01:002014-05-20T15:57:44.263+01:00Humpy Dumpty<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Humpy Dumpty (from a bystander)<div><br></div><div>Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall,</div><div>Humpty Dumpty gave a great call,</div><div>"Hey, all you kings horses,</div><div>And all you kings men,</div><div>I'm going to jump I'm counting to ten.</div><div><br></div><div>So there he was all ready to go,</div><div>The men had just eaten </div><div>They were rather slow.</div><div>They just did not get there,</div><div>In time to catch him,</div><div>He came down with a crash,</div><div>And they couldn't reattach him.</div><div> Jill West</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-40933923596354849162014-04-28T11:47:00.001+01:002014-04-28T11:47:55.115+01:00Nursery Rhymes Reworked Nursery Rhymes Reworked<div><br></div><div>Baa baa white sheep, have you any wool ?</div><div>I've gotten bags of it all of them full.</div><div>It's got rather damp and starting to fester,</div><div>The Dame doesn't want it, she prefers polyester.</div><div> Baaah</div><div>(Sadly the Master and the Little Boy who lives</div><div>down the lane are allergic to man made fibre.)</div><div><br></div><div>Mary had a little lamb, it lived up in her flat,</div><div>It grew quite big and awkward,</div><div>But it made a lovely mat.</div><div><br></div><div>Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet</div><div>Eating her curds and wheY.</div><div>There came a big spider dressed as a vicar,</div><div>He said the World Wide Webs here</div><div>Let us PREY.</div><div><br></div><div> Jill West.</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-10626615414637875342014-04-28T11:16:00.001+01:002014-04-28T11:16:42.434+01:00Soppy Poem Soppy Poem<div><br></div><div>We built a house of concrete, it was very strong,</div><div>But it wasn't very pretty so we sold it for a song.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we built one of bricks,that was rather nice,</div><div>It sold for lots of money so we won't tell you the price.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we built a house of love, nobody can fell it,</div><div>It is ever lasting so we'll never, ever sell it.</div><div> </div><div> Jill West.</div><div><br></div><div>P.S. I told you it was soppy.</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-50842808662056933422014-04-28T11:00:00.001+01:002014-04-28T11:00:29.682+01:00Digitalis and Wild Oats. Digitalis andWild Oats.<div><br></div><div>We're always glad to feed the birds it doesn't cost a lot.</div><div>But lately our poor garden has rather gone to pot.</div><div>Sparrows, tits and woodpeckers all gather round,</div><div>They eat the seeds and nuts and things but some fall on the ground.</div><div><br></div><div>So now our gardens rather wild, Prince Charles would be so glad,</div><div>There are wild oats growing there, ( not Pete's I would be mad).</div><div>One of the strange and lovely things that's grown and prospered there</div><div>Is a foxglove ( Digitalis) so grand and tall and fair,</div><div><br></div><div>In past years with a tripod we've grown good runner beans,</div><div>That's where a seed had settled, a perfect spot it seems.</div><div>We were surprised the way it grew,quite as tall as Pete,</div><div>Then it went on growing as it flowered, three more feet.</div><div><br></div><div>I took a photo there of Pete to show how tall it's grown,</div><div>I've saved a lovely lot of seeds so more plants can be sewn.</div><div>I believe they are biennial so it may take a while,</div><div>But in the future digitalis will bring a happy smile.</div><div><br></div><div> Jill West</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-84395660945570155962011-04-09T11:11:00.015+01:002011-04-10T11:18:26.317+01:00An Old Myth Shattered.<div align="justify">We live in a small village in Somerset. It has lots going on and on Saturday morning we have a Shop. Fresh cooked food, home grown veg. Unwanted goods etc. A free cup of coffee and a chat. Twenty per cent of sales go to the community fund for the village.</div><align="justify"><br /><div><strong>An Old Myth Shattered</strong>.</div><br />Men have always said that women love to chatter.<br />Get a few together and they have a real natter.<br />Men think that Saturday down at the shop,<br />Women are chattering, talking fit to drop.<br />I find that this is used to impart imformation,<br />Not the sort of talk that might change a nation.<br />We talk about health and what can be done,<br />To help someone with nasty little niggles.<br />But much is fun and we have lots of giggles.<br />The men who come in, usually form a small crowd.<br />Their heads go together, then they laugh rather loud.<br />The discussion might be deeply profound,<br />I think that is how they would like it to sound.<br />I have to admit that on the whole,<br />Talking together is good for the soul.<br />So let's keep on talking and not worry too much,<br />It's the best thing to keep us in touch.<br /><br /><strong>Jill West</strong>.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-42924374811848845222010-09-09T11:13:00.002+01:002010-09-09T11:36:16.042+01:00The Wedding.Remember the gnome who lives in our garage<br />along with the small homeless elf he let out space to.<br />So,<br /> The Wedding.<br /><br />Remember that gnome who lives at our place,<br />He decided to get him a wife.<br />She's a pretty young thing with a shock of green hair,<br />He's vowing that this is for life.<br />They married in London, most of their friends<br />Work in goverment Westminster Palace,<br />Some came from Zurich, in finance I think,<br />Her name ? Imelda Jane Alice.<br /><br />It was quite a big do they had lots of guests,<br />The presents they had were sublime,<br />Though where they will put them I really don't know<br />Our garage is full all the time.<br />They invited the elf said would he like to go,<br />But he had a prior booking,<br />He runs a disco for friends of his kind,<br />His buisness is now really cooking.<br /><br />They're home now at last but it's really quite hard<br />Space in the garage is short,<br />Though the elf does his best to keep out of their way<br />He really is quite a good sort.<br />We are hoping they might find a place to themselves,<br />So that they have a quieter life,<br />As they constantly have a procession of elves,<br />All wanting to meet the new wife.<br /><br />So if you have a couple of rooms going spare<br />And don't object to the genus of gnome,<br />Just let me know and I'll pass it on<br />That they're getting a lovely new home.<br /><br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-42762020120804568202010-05-25T11:25:00.002+01:002010-05-25T11:35:29.143+01:00Oldies Lament.Oh crickey! I'm creaky, I'm cracky and sqeaky<br />It sounds like a shot when I bend or I squat.<br />When I come down the stairs (which are very old),<br />Which makes the most noise<br />When my knees creak with the cold.<br />If I were a tin man I'd get out the oil,<br />Get my joints moving, decrepitation to foil.<br />Condriton, Glaucosomine I take every day<br />I swallow them gladly with tea,<br />But whatever I do the creaks won't go away,<br />I don't think I'll ever be free.<br />I have to accept old age is upon me,<br />You won't see me running or dancing and prancing,<br />That's just the way it's got to be.<br /><br /> Jill WestJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-8886389137755686662010-03-24T11:18:00.002+00:002010-03-24T11:31:34.984+00:00POTHOLUS<br /><br />The potholus is a crafty type related to the mole<br />But instead of pushing earth up he likes to dig a hole.<br />The mole likes soil that's soft and warm to push towards the light<br />The potholus digs downwards and packs the stuff in tight.<br /><br />The mole likes lawns and grassy spots to make his little hump,<br />Potholus digs the road up and causes cars to bump.<br />The motorists just hate him as they drive along the lane,<br />Such dangers and discomfort cause a lot of pain.<br /><br />The gardener is one who causes moles to fear,<br />Potholus hates council trucks, although the're fairly rare.<br />When he smells the heated tar he's quickly on his way,<br />He's off to wait for snow and ice to dig another day.<br /><br /> Jill West.<br />P.S. The translation from Latin to English is pothole.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-41664897468103318442009-10-13T10:25:00.002+01:002009-10-13T10:57:26.902+01:00Aerial Blitz.Our daughter Hazel has two poodles, we have them when<br />Laurie and Hazel go on holiday. Charlie is ten years old and black,<br />Boris (Dogson) is one, blond and nutty.Their last stay with us turned<br />out to be very traumatic.<br /><br /> Aerial War.<br /><br />The dogs came on Saturday to stay with us,<br />We didn't know their visit would cause such a fuss.<br />Charlie is ten and mostly sedate,<br />Boris torments him but is quite a good mate.<br />The first few days were good and we had lots of fun,<br />Chasing Boris round the garden to give him a run.<br />He takes off up the steps just like a plane,<br />Then round the garden twice and he flies back again.<br /><br />Bees had been swarming in our dining room roof,<br />We were told they wouldn't hurt us but we hadn't any proof.<br />Then wasps attacked the bees to get at their honey<br />We felt so sorry for them it just wasn 't funny.<br />We had dying bees indoors crawling all about<br />I got stung on my foot and it really made me shout.<br />Then for three afternoons on the best days of the year<br />The swarmed fighting in the garden, what a terrible scare.<br /><br />Boris was stung twice when he went out for a wee,<br />He hopped around crying it was horrid to see.<br />So then every time the dogs had to go out,<br />Pete put them on their leads to walk them about.<br />He phoned the man from the council and made it quite clear,<br />Wasps and bees must both go, we are living in fear.<br />He,s allergic to wasp stings they make him so sick<br />So we would be glad if he,d be very quick.<br /><br />So the nice chap came out, he can kill any pest,<br />He did what he had to it was for the best.<br />They don't like killing bees we can understand why,<br />But with their honey all stolen they would probably die.<br />So peace reigned at last and we all could go out,<br />Boris played with his toys and dashed all about.<br />It didn't last long,the weather turned bad,<br />Those three days of sunshine were the best we had had.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-55715500433863462222009-08-12T11:21:00.002+01:002009-08-12T11:42:41.063+01:00SHAPESWith all the slimming programes arround at the moment<br />on T.V.I had a look in the mirror and came up with this poem.<br /><br /> SHAPES.<br /><br />Lots of women hate their bodies they seem to them too fat,<br />They want to look like slender sylphs, big busts are now old hat.<br />Some say "I'm an apple shape that tummies such a no,<br />I must loose weight off my hips, that fat has got to go."<br />Others say " I'm pear shaped, my bottom is too large,<br />I know I should attend a gym but oh dear what they charge".<br />The thing about my figure is it doesn't fit the norm,<br />I'm not an apple or a pear I just don't conform.<br />I'm a POTATO shape with sticks for legs and arms,<br />But my lovely husband thinks I still have lots of charms.<br />So I'll just have to settle that my shape is rather odd,<br />It's been like that a long time now so I'll just accept my bod.<br /><br /> Jill West.<br /><br />P.S.I believe there is also one called the toffee shape<br />but I don't know what that is.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-30613135962945534752009-05-06T09:37:00.002+01:002009-05-06T09:49:42.009+01:00Baby Love.When a baby's born your heart lights up with joy,<br />If it's a darling daughter or a bouncing baby boy.<br />So much advice is thrown at you, do that or don't do this,<br />However much you love them babies aren't all bliss.<br /><br />The biggest question that comes up is bottle or the breast.<br />However well informed you are you don't know which is best.<br />There is a fact you cannot change and it's not to do with health,<br />A calm and peace comes over you when you feed the child yourself.<br /><br />It's such a lovely happy thing that cuddle full of love,<br />The super satisfaction that trancends all else above.<br />To watch your child thriving there and it may seem a quirk,<br />But when you're looking down you think, that's all my own work.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-54963169614170734172009-04-15T11:02:00.002+01:002009-04-15T11:18:59.567+01:00Why Can't I Retire.Men say they look forward to retirement,<br />To relax and generally potter,<br />Spend an hour or two in the garden<br />Then down the pub they might totter.<br /><br />Perhaps start to read War and Peace,<br />No time to do it before.<br />But it's just an excuse to nod off,<br />War and Peace is a terrible bore<br /><br />Maybe start on those shelves soon,<br />They've been put off for to long.<br />But a woman dreads the event,<br />Something is sure to go wrong.<br /><br />About twelve o'clock he will say<br />"What's for lunch, something I can do"?<br />He knows you'll have done it already,<br />Because lunch is down to you.<br /><br />It seems to be a fact of life<br />When men retire they really do,<br />A housewives work is never done<br />It's mostly DOWN TO YOU.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-51017673055391222362009-02-13T09:28:00.002+00:002009-02-13T10:28:32.582+00:00SNOW ON STEART HILLI recently went up Steart Hill to see how the dinosaurs were coping<br />in the snow. I thought I would keep you up to date with their goings on.<br /><br /> Snow on Steart Hill.<br /><br />The snow came down and the dinosaurs came out,<br />Most didn't know what it was all about.<br />Remembering his damaged leg Big Dennis gave advice,<br />"Just remember how I suffered when I slipped upon the ice".<br /><br />Sleds were quickly made up from logs and bits of wood,<br />Flashing down the hill at speed made small dinos feel good.<br />They closed the new school they recently constructed.<br />The teachers were promised no pay would be deducted.<br /><br />So they all joined in and had great fun,Big Dennis came to see.<br />When the little ones got cold and wet they all went home for tea.<br />Dinosaurs live many years and cope with all the weather,<br />They adapt so quickly they're really rather clever.<br /><br /> Jill West.<br /><br />If you scroll further down you can read the full story of the dinosaurs.<br /> .Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-72468262342123222582009-01-13T10:36:00.003+00:002009-01-13T10:57:38.236+00:00My Mojo's Gone Missing.I have been rather ill recently and it has taken a while to recover.<br />This is a poem I wrote for our village monthly newsletter.<br />So!<br /><br /> My Mojos Gone Missing.<br /><br />I think I've lost my Mojo, a poem seems hard to write,<br />By the morning I've forgotten things I thought about at night.<br />I love to laugh at something, even at myself,<br />The gnome who's in our garage or his funny little elf.<br />The dinosaurs on Steart Hill, I know they're really there,<br />Maybe you don't believe in them but I've seen them really clear.<br />The things that they get up to are sure to make me laugh,<br />Maybe you just think I'm mad but we won't go down that path.<br />Nasty things have bounced upon me and made me rather low<br />But when I regain my Mojo the laughter's sure to flow.<br /><br /> Jill West.<br />TO READ THE DINASAUR POEMS SCROLL DOWN SEVERAL PAGES.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-71331689280034785642008-11-30T11:17:00.002+00:002008-11-30T11:27:28.595+00:00PETS.I had a little turtle, I called her Myrtle,<br />She lived in the bath and made me laugh.<br />But when she ate the soap, I just couldn't cope,<br />At the end of the day, I gave her away.<br /><br />So I got a snake who would only eat cake,<br />Spread all over with honey. he cost lots of money.<br />I did love him so but he just had to go.<br />He went to a man who drove a white van.<br /><br />Now I've got a teddy and he's always ready,<br />To give me some love and heavens above.<br />He's always so good and never needs food,<br />So I'll love him forever and part with him never.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-14106045595680902242008-10-14T10:05:00.002+01:002014-08-03T22:32:15.500+01:00REFUSE ABUSE.We have so many dustbins now it's really hard to know,<br />What should go in which bin and what you must not throw.<br />At night they get together and speak of bin abuse,<br />Discuss what should be put in them and what is their proper use.<br />You see there are baby bins for all the foodie scraps,<br />Potato peelings, bacon rinds and bits of bread perhaps.<br /><br />BIODEGRADABLE is the word that governs what goes in,<br />If plastic is put in them that will be a real sin.<br />Now all the bottles ,cans and papers have a separate fate,<br />So just read the council litarerature and don't get in a state.<br />We all know it's for the best, though it does seem rather cruel<br />And think ! a fine awaits you if you don't obey the rule.<br /><br />Something makes me sceptical but perhaps the point is minor.<br />Could it end up across the sea, perhaps be shipped to CHINA.<br /><br /> Jill WestJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-6235483958989873122008-10-14T08:47:00.003+01:002008-10-14T10:41:30.835+01:00OPTIMISM. Mathew VII Verse 7.ASK AND IT SHALL BE GIVEN TO YOU<br />But my computer said no.<br />SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND,<br />I didn't and that was a blow.<br />KNOCK AND IT SHALL BE OPENED TO YOU<br />It didn't go as I planned,<br />I caught hold of the knocker to bang it,<br />The knocker came off in my hand.<br /><br />Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-50959162233004442152008-06-22T11:20:00.003+01:002008-06-22T11:36:05.373+01:00Sensitive Sunburn.My husbands sister lives in New Zealand. Telling her of our lovely walled garden at our<br />18th century cottage in Somerset I said we could sunbathe nude if we wanted to. She<br />replied that sounds like a poem. So!<br /><br /> SENSITIVE SUNBURN.<br /><br />Jill and Pete just loved the heat they found it so exciting,<br />The sun was out the air was warm, the grass looked so inviting.<br />Pete said let's strip our clothes off and let the sun get to our skin,<br />Our walls are nice and high here so no one can peep in.<br />They lay there on the grass waiting for the sun to come,<br />The tragic thing that happened was that poor Jill burnt her bum.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-53795191751489870552008-04-11T11:56:00.004+01:002008-10-14T08:47:01.654+01:00A VISIT TO THE DENTIST.A Visit To The Dentist.<br /><br />I went to the dentist, his voice was quite grave,<br />He looked in my mouth and said "Hmm what can I save.<br />That filling you've had about ten years or so,<br />Is now obsolete so it may have to go..<br />The little bridge there a small work of art,<br />Is causing you trouble, in fact falling apart."<br />I'd heard about inplants so enquired as to cost,<br />"Well if thats how you're thinking, then all is not lost.<br />To make you look super I'd say all around,<br />Something in the region of ten thousand pound."<br />I flinched as he said it and gave a sad wail,<br />He said "I can see that you havn't got wealth,<br />So what can I do on the national health".<br />As he gave me a filling I was in quite a state,<br />For his terrible verdict, "We must give you a plate."<br />When there's a bang on the door now ,<br />Above all the din, I can hear Pete shout out<br />"HAVE YOU GOT YOUR TEETH IN ".<br /><br />Jill West.<br /><br />P.S. The actual amount was £15000 but I couldn't make it scan.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-81063628797463263992008-04-06T11:55:00.000+01:002008-04-06T11:55:26.295+01:00Dinosaur skeleton. Awider view.<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Dinosaur skeleton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWPXpPjTxColk-tUsdMUt4NzvrT255oafICtHPLA1ONgb9mwdNcppDUzA9YKjmRkgXm7anvZah94j9oOfzk9-UQNrbOSm0jycBoPZZAivmTVvLCW0F9uE6bcSAAUr-AoDwKH4YtUvUhAt/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWPXpPjTxColk-tUsdMUt4NzvrT255oafICtHPLA1ONgb9mwdNcppDUzA9YKjmRkgXm7anvZah94j9oOfzk9-UQNrbOSm0jycBoPZZAivmTVvLCW0F9uE6bcSAAUr-AoDwKH4YtUvUhAt/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>I made this skeleton on the dining room table with turkey and duck bones and large stones from the garden.Scroll down to see the narrow view.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-82734826835540328372008-03-27T09:39:00.000+00:002008-03-27T09:39:50.315+00:00DINASAUR BONES FOUND ON STEART HILL.<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_69BIxwizNv3nZdVEpuu1G4pf7mFyeJq2mlmsJtkZ5g4b10VVwjdfoLTk2jP2MSg7ccusDvMysoXgfi7RlmX5woy4slTU3ZiiKj6UFJ4WZM6LwBZOAsDMFLj-EubjpgocAbUGH8g4bQ5/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_69BIxwizNv3nZdVEpuu1G4pf7mFyeJq2mlmsJtkZ5g4b10VVwjdfoLTk2jP2MSg7ccusDvMysoXgfi7RlmX5woy4slTU3ZiiKj6UFJ4WZM6LwBZOAsDMFLj-EubjpgocAbUGH8g4bQ5/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Theses bones were dicovered recently. Sadly when the boulders were moved many pieces fell off so it is hard to say<br />which type they are. They do not appear to be related to the present incumbents. Please scroll down to earlier posts for other news.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4391752018800947220.post-22217015881718675042008-03-04T11:08:00.002+00:002008-03-04T11:24:35.847+00:00THE DAILY MALICE.Nearly any paper that you read could be called THE DAILY MALICE.<br />A quick peek inside, you drink from a poison chalice.<br />Really happy truthful stories are few and far between,<br />If it has a happy ending it's unlikely to be seen.<br /><br />A blazing half inch headline, when dicovered to be wrong,<br />Becomes a small retraction about three inches long.<br />If one paper prints a story for a lot of cash,<br />The others all decry it and call the story trash.<br /><br />I'd like to give them all up and throw them in the bin<br />But I'd lose my daily crossword and that would be a sin.<br />So I skim across the malice about sportsmen who have strayed,<br />The stories from the palace, the big mistakes they've made.<br />I go quickly to the crossword, the bit I never miss,<br />There I wallow for a while and that's my DAILY BLISS.<br /><br /> Jill West.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04065112990549702989noreply@blogger.com0