There is something in the air ghosties and ghoolies are ready to share Pumpkins are carved, they now have faces and can be found in all sorts of places At last they can talk and have an inside glow All a part of their status quo They prefer to stay together and form a group Their flesh already cooking in a pumpkin soup
There’s a whiff in the kitchen, That’s because I’m cooking A dash of this and a dash of that I have to keep looking A ring at the door, I go and have a look The postman only rings twice according to my book I rush back to my pan For the food I am yearning If the postman had not called My food would not be burning
Has Tabby returned, my cat of 18 years that is now living her 10th life? Not really, but this one seems to be steered towards our home. He or she belong to a neighbour. It is also a Tabby, but a special Tabby with is body markings.
I made a mistake. I bought some cat treats, as I have another cat that visits now and again and you cannot send them away with nothing. However, this cat has now discovered that there is food available at my place. This morning she was already here and climbed into my garden cupboard. Then she was sniffing around on the ground where I generally put out a few cat treats.
Eventually I had to send her away as she would not take no for an answer. I am sure she will return for more. She now knows that there is a food supply at my place.
I am not showing you one of my super mouthwatering home made pizzas. This evening it is a lazy evening and so we are all having take away pizzas, frozen from the store.
It is my new shelf on which this pizza is sitting that is my frustrating annoyance. It was something new from my online cookery company and usually they have good ideas. This time it is a baking tray with holes in it to allow the air to escape when using it and a promise of super crispy results. The crispy part is true, it really does do the job.
However as we all have different sized ovens they made it with expandable metal holders on the right and left side. You can just pull them out to fit the oven size. This would be ideal if only they would stay in the size you want them and not decide to lead their own life. It is a risky job to put it in the oven as the metal holders slip and slide and often the contents of the tray slide to the bottom of the oven, meaning a mini mess which you have to clean.
This company have a web site with all their new developments and this new super crispy bake oven tray was being shown, at least it was. They have an opportunity to make remarks on their web site and I saw that one of the ladies that bought it complained about the instability of size adjustment. Mr. Swiss said you can also write something and made a wonderful suggestion in German of course. I undersstood it very well, but writing German with all its various declinations is not my thing. Today I wanted to add my comment on the web site. I searched and searched but the advertisement for this wonder oven tray has disappeared. The company has disowned it and so it is now non-existant.
Frustration is just a small word for this, but who knows. One day my tray might have rarity value.
Look who turned up again. Our neighbour’s cat Roschti was here. He decided to wait outside at the window. He still remembers the days when Tabby was still with us and her food was in the kitchen. When the coast was clear Roschti would make a quick visit for an extra snack in between.
Now he sits at the door waiting patiently. I am getting a guilty conscience as I have nothing for him. My cat days are now gone, but he is still hoping.
Will I survive the blocks Yes I can do it if I try We now write in blocks They reach to the sky One on top of the other We build our own house Just choose the right block by wiggling your mouse There is no virus in this new way But you might lose your temper When the blocks decide to stray Just follow the codes I know there are many It’s the luck of the draw Just try to be trendy You can use the old system Although that is now new They said it would help But it brings it askew Forget all the blocks They do what they will Who invented this system Was it his own free will? Perhaps he had a dream That we were all Bill Gates I think he was wrong We are not all his mates
Mum wanted a martyr
She told me to eat my fat
It was the best part of the meat
She said, I found it for the cat
She was sure I would suffer
because I did not eat my crust
The best part of the bread she said
I did not find a must
She said it would make my hair curl
It stayed as straight as a pole
I found that parents did not know everything
Although at dinner they were on patrol
Things change as the years go by
Now I really enjoy my bacon
I like the salty taste of the fat
It is no longer forsaken
Bread crusts are also good
They really have great taste
I now chew them carefully
And never make them waste
And now I am a martyr
I survived it all with pleasure
Eating forbidden food is good
and I can do it all with leisure
A hustle and a bustle
People walking and talking
Movement in every space
Typical human race
A bird decided it was enough
It flapped its wings
Made some fluff
Now watching from high above
Human noise was not its love
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