#twoems, very short poems I've recently posted on Twitter
Sunday morning cup of tea,
Bacon and eggs or kedgeree.
Lazy morning nowhere to go,
Listening to the radio.


Saving money is now on trend,
Get finances out of a slump.
Granny can teach you "make do and mend",
And keep stuff out of the dump.


A potter in a silly hat,
On Newsnight said important that,
Artists love their art not fame,
Just chasing cash is rather lame.


Hands bruised carving a turnip light,
scorched smell when candle was too bright,
When did pumpkins seduce the night?


Sewing, painting, threading.
Secrets give the heart a lift.
Furtive wrapping, plotting to hide,
Each Yuletide gift.


In the longer night,
When frost begins to bite.
Put on woolley pulleys,
Then snuggle together,
By fire and candle light.


Must remember by Monday night to write a poem for Tony,
Maybe for fun I'll tell the tale of Seanan's zombie pony.


The artists with the greatest skill,
No-one can tell,
It's only the artists with good PR,
That can sell.


Over the skies of Shropshire,
Flies a mysterious ufo,
A satellite or a Chinese lantern?
The point is, we don't know.


Sunshine on Autumn leaves,
Mug of tea hot and sweet,
@BBCShropshire on the radio,
Makes a contented tweet.


I wrap darkness round me like a duvet,
Time to sleep.
Tired aches sinking away through mattress,
Breathing deep.
Welcome dreams.


Golden tint on fallen leaves,
Distant tweets of early snow,
Time to unpack winter clothes,
Flip flops into cupboard go.


Cat chases spider,
Eight legs can run,
She knows how to hide her,
Avoiding cat's tum.