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Horris the Hungry Horse

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I know a horse called Horris
A Hungry Horse is he
He sits next to Little Ted
When they are having tea

If we do not watch him
He’ll gobble up his food
Then look to see if there is more
That really is quite rude

But Horris is a happy chap
He sits upon my desk
Tells me jokes and makes me laugh
That’s when he’s at his best

Horris wears a lot of names
Of people he once knew
Before he came to live with us
They were called ‘The Crew’

I often go to visit them
Next time he’ll come along
Then he can eat just what he likes
And maybe sing a song

I know they love their Horris
Their pub’s named after him
So if you see ‘the Hungry Horse’
Why don’t you drop in

You’ll always find a welcome
And stonkingly good fare
Who knows you might see Horris
He might be sitting there

(c) C. A. Bosc

Sir Sideney Effingham

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I am Sir Sideney Effingham
A pheasant plump am I
With silver suit of armour
And what’s more I can fly

I’ve bought a pile in Sussex
Near my cousin Claude
He’s in the Secret Service
Knows old ‘M’ of course

I’m Lord of the manor
Though it seems to me
There’s another in a castle
But that don’t bother me

I have this artist with me
Who’s quite good with a brush
He’s painting family portraits
And other kinds of stuff

I wanted Claude to sit for him
But this he did decline
Said that he was busy
Didn’t have the time

But Farmer John seemed eager
For Claude to have it done
So I have resolved to do it
What’o this could be fun

I’ve had a word with Gaughan-Smythe
Should only take a week
Then we can have a hanging
And you can have a peek

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Happy Chainsaw Day

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I’m a happy chappy playing with my toys
Chopping off the branches making lots of noise
But I’m being careful as you all can see
Playing in the garden my chainsaw and me

I often play with ladders climbing to the top
I climbed up this blue ladder for the tree to lop
All the upward branches have to come down you see
Then we can pick the olives from lower growth he he

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When I’ve finished cutting there’s a lot of stuff about
But its a happy chappy who is climbing out
Of branches lying on the ground where they’ve just been cut
Now I have to clear it up before I cut more stuff

When the tree is finished it will look quite bare
Till spring comes a calling and green shoots it bears
Then it should show its flowers and turn a creamy green
And then in the autumn olives should be seen

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Its looking pretty stumpy now but that will not last long
The birds are getting rather cross their insect boughs are gone
But soon it will start to grow again and then whoopy my friends
I can get my chainsaw out and we will start again

(C)  C A Bosc

Footprints

Today I started on some steps
To the cacti garden up they’ll go
Stood back surveyed the three I’d built
And thought my afternoon well spent

Next morning once again I went
To build another three
And in the concrete there I spied
Little bird prints oh dear me

Just like naughty children they
Had hopped across the step
Leaving little foot prints
Everywhere they went

But I am not that bothered
They look quite nice you see
Reminders why we live here
Our fun and nature are free

So I have just rewarded them
A brand new Water Bar
Nice shallow dish to bathe in
Have I gone to far?

(c) M D Bosc

Political Feathers

My name is Boris Blackbird London is my home
I have a brother Kenneth who just will not behave 
Sitting in the laburnum tree singing to my brother
Telling him how naughty he is according to our mother

He sits in the tamarisk tree singing and tweeting back at me
Calm as calm as he can be sitting in that tamarisk tree
Laughing at the world he sees and passing comments if you please
About my life of often ease whilst we sit here in these trees

Life for us is good he agrees for we have time to sing and tease
We fight with each other in front of others
But in front of mum we must be good brothers
Why are they so difficult these mothers

Ours was once a politician upset Ken oh what a pother
My wife thinks Ken is far too dull he’s still a bachelor and to her no fun
But between you and my mother I think he’s got it right by gum
Whereas me I just go out and have fun cheers up others who are glum

We have the odd words now and then when I chase him off just like a hen
We will keep it up you know so other birds don’t know which way to go
My shouting at him when he’s wrong is how we brothers get along
So here’s to Ken my wayward brother I love you ‘bro just don’t tell mother

(c) Michael Bosc

It’s Not Fair

Sitting on the fence staring at my friend
Whilst she is washing up all I can do is hold my hands
It’s not fair she will not play or take the time to chase me away
All because her brother is here today it’s not fair

If here on the fence I sit she’ll flap a teatowl at me flick, flick, flick
Then off I hop, tail in the air looking back making sure she’s there
It is a game we play each day I really hate it when she’s away
Today BJ chases me away it’s not fair it’s not his game

Still her brother goes this afternoon but not until it’s getting late
Tomorrow morning I’ll be there sitting on the fence or gate
Then we can carry on our game and things will soon be just the same
My friend, the garden fence and me perhaps I’ll let BJ join in we will see.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Lonely Crafty Squirrel

I have a friend called B.J.
Who shouts and chases me
He can never catch me
As I run up the tree

His wife has now joined in the game
And whenever she see me
She shouts and flaps a tea-towel
But it is not the same you see

This weekend they both ignored me
They had visitor you see
They did not want to come and play
That really was a shame

I ran along the back fence
Then I climbed the tree
I also ran along the wood that
They use for a frame

So now I sit upon the post
Looking at their door
Hoping one will see me and
Come out with a roar

Then I can scamper off
And run up my tall tree
Then we’d be back to normal
B.J, his wife and me

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc