David Threadgold Poems

Chuckle’s from a grandchild
Before she’s learnt to walk
Arms outstretched for your support
To help her stand and walk
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Galloping down
To the start of a race
Punters are watching
For horses with pace
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Awash with piles of rubbish
That never rots away
Those many manmade products
We throw out every day
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A pigeon and a parrot
Went out to dine one day
The parrot ate the pigeon’s food
But pigeon had to pay
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Spin faster carousel all shiny bright
With coloured bulbs illuminating sight
Horses saddled ready packed in tight
Prepared to take a gallop through this night
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Back in the nineteen fifties
As a lad I was a dreamer
The favourite thing I dreamt of
Was to sail the paddle steamer
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Our cosy little village
It’s pond with ducks and drakes
Until our local milkman
Had trouble with his brakes
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Jumping jacks, bangers
Sparkling candles
Some for the ground
Others with handles
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Here at the moment
It’s blowing a gale
A bright orange jacket
Delivered the mail
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Through rose coloured glasses
The world just looks pink
They don’t change a thing
Half as much as you think
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