May Day by Michelle Leigh

May Day


  She thought he’d really loved her

   In her heart a light had shone

But sadly not the case to be,

   for soon she’d learnt he’d gone.

She thought what did I do so wrong

 Oh my, what a mistake!

My friends were right  all along

 I should’ve stayed home eating cake.

The tears they flowed upon her

   whatever they would say

She felt that she was drowning

  And could only whisper ‘Help, May Day!’.

But life will soon get better

  as Winter turns to Spring

And May Day’s meaning changes

 to the good things life can bring.

So next time when you’re  floundering

  and don‘t know what to say,

Just stand up tall, be brave and sing

 out loud ‘Yay! It’s May Day!’


               Michelle Leigh


April Fool’s Day : Spaghetti Tree by Val J. Chapman


April Fool’s Day : Spaghetti Tree


“Can I have some money, Mum?”

My young son said to me.

“What for?” I asked,

“And how much do you want?”

He replied, “Only 50p”


“It’s a surprise”, he said,

“So I can’t tell you,

But I know you’ll like it

‘Cause I saw it on TV”.


“Go on then, if that’s all you want”,

I said, offering the required amount.

And off he skipped to the local shop

In search of a spaghetti tree.

(I knew that, ‘cause I’d seen it too)


And I knew what would happen next.

My son just loved spaghetti,

And until now hadn’t known it was

Manufactured, not grown, or sown.


I waited patiently for his return,

Preparing myself for tears.

I pictured his face when he found out the truth,

Though it didn’t transpire as I’d feared.


He ran in the door with a box in his hand

Which rattled as he ran.

Turned out the shopkeeper knew of the scam

And had stuck labels on all his packets.

“Plant it in a pot and water it weekly”, he’d said,

And you’ll soon see you have a spaghetti tree”.



© Val J. Chapman 1st April 2021

When Father Papered the Parlour, Val J Chapman


When Father Papered the Parlour


I never was too good at DIY,

Though I was pretty good at saying it,

DIY, but why?


So when it came to papering my lounge,

I had a bet; that I could make a go of it,

And believed I could, and yet,

I found the task quite daunting;

The walls weren’t straight, for one,

So it really was a challenge just to get the paper on.


And not just that, the pattern match was difficult as well;

The bluebells ended up in the trees

And the branches all had grass instead of leaves.


Oh well! Next time I’ll just paper the windows;

I’ll have a lovely outlook then.



© Val J Chapman 4th March 2021


DIY Disasters and Triumphs (but mainly disasters!) Right, said Fred, Val J Chapman


DIY Disasters and Triumphs (but mainly disasters!)

Right, said Fred

There they were, with brews and fags.

Yorkshire Tea? Dunno, couldn’t see the bags.

But there they sat, having a brew.

Dunno when they were going to do



Oh, there they go, digging a hole,

A hole in the ground, it’s big and sort of round,

And yet, why was that?

It wasn’t obvious to me,

And the next time I looked, they were drinking more tea!


Builders, eh? You could never fathom it.

How anything got done.

Yet, there were signs everywhere:

Danger! Builders at work.

I think the real danger was,

That they actually might!


© Val J Chapman 4th March 2021