Fields of Buttercups

Fields flecked with yellow - it's buttercup time,
And all the lush meadows are right in their prime,
With sweet yellow flowers, that are everywhere peeping
Up in the grass, from their winter-time sleeping.
The fields look so friendly, all yellow and green,
A typical, peaceful and bright country scene.

Football

Why do men like football, and never seem to tire
Of watching and re-watching games that seem so dire?
The players may be skilful, and I'm sure that many are
But I can think of many things more interesting by far
Than watching several youthful men kick a ball around,
Cheered on by thousands of their fans at every football ground.
Are they mesmerised by hype, within its tendrils caught,
Ensnared by all the endless news which makes them feel they ought
To follow all the ins and outs of every football game,
Even though to most non-fans each one is much the same.
Football's now big business, and one to which money streams,
Rather than a friendly game that's played by local teams
To bring enjoyment to their fans, and joy to those involved,
Making where to take the boys a problem that soon solved.
But instead it spans the world, with players bought and sold
A place where greed and money, has long since taken hold.

Quizzes

A table of six, slightly apart,

With paper and pen, all ready to start;

Sat close together, so they can discuss

The answers to questions without any fuss.

The topics are varied, with seven in each,

So plenty to stretch all those aiming to reach

The best score among all the teams in the face,

To take home the prize that accrues to first place.

Many hushed tones of whispering filling the air,

As each question brings forth its presence to bear

On the minds of the players, who might well confess

Their answers are really no more than a guess.

The time comes to finish; the totals are checked,

The chances of all but just one team are wrecked,

For they get the prize, whether generous or small,

For in quizzes it's usual the winner takes all.

The Passing of the Year

The days are quickly passing, as the year proceeds along,
Moving on to springtime, from winter's dismal song;
The nights are getting shorter now that April has arrived,
And it is several weeks now since the temperature last dived
To levels that would indicate in tones both loud and clear,
That though the days were passing winter weather was still here.
The gentle sun of springtime, with the usual springtime showers,
Brings forth in woodlands everywhere the bursting out of flowers.
Come June and spring stands back once more, making way to greet
The coming of the summer, with humidity and heat.
The grassy fields turn dry and brown; they suffer from lack of rain,
Until the autumn showers appear to quench their thirst again.
Autumn is a time of change, most trees then shed their leaves;
Helped by many an autumn gale which through their branches weaves.
Then autumn turns to winter, with its cold and ice and snow,
A time for hibernation, when most things cease to grow,
Until again the springtime comes,and with it all the earth
With joy looks forward once again to all it brings to birth.

My Email's on Strike

I've problems with my email,
It's taking time off work;
It should be slaving all the time
And never try to shirk.

But something's made it go on strike,
Which leaves me feeling cross;
It's really got to understand
It's me who is the boss.

The Cat in Front of the Fire

The cat is curled up at my feet,
A bundle of fur, so soft and sweet;
Lying there, it's easy to see
She loves the fire as much as me.

Contented purring fills the air,
Ensuring that I know she's there,
Even though she's sound asleep.
Curled in a little golden heap.

Library Closures

They want to close our libraries down -
How foolish can they get?
For that's the most short-sighted thing,
That they have thought of yet.
Instead of closure they should think
Of how they could expand;
For surely it's not much to ask,
That they should understand
The vital role that libraries have
In passing knowledge on,
And once they're closed, the books sold off,
That role's forever gone.
So add computers, study rooms,
Talks and lectures too,
Activities for young and old,
And see them grow anew.