Whiskey and walnuts

Scary Mary lived in a hutBy the edge of a woodWith her windows kept shut.The gate at the backHad a terrible squeakWith a button to pressSo the caller could speak. Now Mary’s cat ‘ginger’( Who loved to chase mice)Had mischievous thoughtsAnd he wasn’t that nice.He would wait at the fenceFor a stranger to callThen he’d…

Scary Mary lived in a hut
By the edge of a wood
With her windows kept shut.
The gate at the back
Had a terrible squeak
With a button to press
So the caller could speak.

Now Mary’s cat ‘ginger’
( Who loved to chase mice)
Had mischievous thoughts
And he wasn’t that nice.
He would wait at the fence
For a stranger to call
Then he’d jump out and scare them
But that wasn’t all.

If you didn’t stroke him
Or give him a pet
The longer he waited
The worse it would get
He’d tackle your fingers
And bite you quite hard
Then run away laughing
Back into his yard.

But Mary was lovely
She’d always say, ‘Hi’
To callers/ the postman
Or just passers by.
A smile and a wave
That would make you feel good
Like your own mothers cuddles
Because she just could.

One day little Jasper,
(For a birthday surprise)
Took his bike and went riding
As the sun warmed the skies
He pedalled so fast
That the wind took his breath.
Then he rode off the cliff top
And fell to his death.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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