Brammer is confusing and so is this hen
They know not where they are going
Here, there or even when
How can you write about it when you are not a Scot
They say that’s where the word comes from
Although it forms a knot
Perhaps an invention of Brahma
Who was a Hindu god
The chicken clucks and does not care
Its head begins to nod
You might find this poem quite silly
It really makes no sense
Nor does the word Brammer
So let us recompense
I know no longer what to write
to end this little ditty
The chicken decides to lay an egg
And shakes its feathers so pretty
RDP Wednesday: Brammer
This afternoon I managed to glean the last free parking space for my car in the handicapped zone. Slowly I am losing my control. This is not an official space, but a space reserved for supermarket deliveries – see door in front of my car. The advantage is I have to walk past all the other 6 parked cars and can take note of who actually has a permit for these special parking lots. Today there were only 2 with permission, the others were renegades. And so for the second time this week I gleaned this forbidden parking space. And imagine the problem I had to avoid the metal pole next to my car. Otherwise I found I parked it quite well, yes I am making improvements. At the beginning of my newly discovered driving talents, I could not park in a straight line: now no problem. I am really getting good at this newly discovered driving talent.
Actually I wanted to show our gleaning farmers harvesting the crops in the field across the road. Here they seem to be cutting the corn, although it is food corn for the animals and not the sweet corn to put on the cob, but gleaning parking spaces are also quite interesting. I actually though the harvest season was over, but I still see various machines ploughing through the fields.
RDP Wednesday: Glean
Another bang in the garden
And they all came crashing down
It was time to wear a helmet again
The wind is back in town
A battle was raging, there were casualties
Trees stood branch in branch
Twigs were bending, leaves were flying
It was an avalanche
At the end of the day the leaves were down
but the trees still standing firm
Every year the same old story
Again the Autumn term
RDP Wednesday: Blast
I can never have something for I, me and myself. I always have an eye on the special offers in the local store and this week I saw they were offering an external hard disk for the computer with 2 tera bytes. I could not resist and as my other 2 TB disc had a loose connection I was waiting for the chance to buy a new one.
And so I was ready to go shopping when Mr. Swiss said I could also use one of those. Typical copycat I suppose. My need was for my photos, his for music. Armed with his credit card I picked one up for him at the store. So now there are two, his marked with his initials and mine marked with my initials.
RDP Wednesday: Mimic
The days are shortening their span
Light is being stolen by the night
It is a darker world approaching
Making your own light inside
Outside is sombre
Autumn has arrived, Winter approaching
and as the sun sinks we cling to the last rays
Alway looking on the brighter side
The hour stolen earlier in the year
An extra hour of sleep and life
RDP Wednesday: Tenebrous
I suppose it is something special to put a ball of glass in the garden for a photo. The person that did it deserves praise for the good idea, but just perhaps she could have chosen a better view than just a brick wall. And that is all I have to say for unctuous. Am not even sure if I am being unctuous.
RDP Wednesday: Unctuous
The local bookshop has this sign painted on the wall outside, although Gulliver has nothing really to do with books, but they do span the world. Somehow the old style of dress from earlier years suits the word purloin, which I associate with the days gone bye.
Purloining is not stealing for me, just having a borrow and forgetting to return it. Many are the books that I gave someone to read and never saw again. I am sure it was not intentional, just forgotten. That is a harmless sort of keeping what is not yours.
I was once the witness of someone stealing articles from one of the stores. It must have been about 20 years ago and I remember it was in Winter. The law is you have not stolen anything until you leave the shop. The guy put one foot over the door to the outside and the manager grabbed him as he was being watched in the store. The thief looked like a normal middle aged shopper and he had a shock. All the stolen veg and packets of groceries tumbled to the floor that he had hidden in his coat and you could clearly see he was in shock with a very red face. He tried to get away, but the manager held him. I decided to go, somehow it was not a very good sight to see, and I had the feeling that the guy that had taken the stuff was not a professional, and had his reasons.
RDP Wednesday: Purloin