Jenny

Dreaming of Bournmouth
The sun and the sea
The air on ones face
It’s just the place to be
Jenny’s not been there
But it is a nice place
And when lockdown is over
She might be on the case

Today we hear Jenny.
at the window
She stood.
and the veg box came winging its way
It looked good
A wave from our Jenny
And they went on their way.
Delivering boxes to others
Today

She couldn’t sleep
Not a wink so I hear
Dreaming of geology
That was crystal clear
Normally too complex a subject
Like these
Would stump her
But lockdowns
Had helped her to breeze
Through the subject so easily
And she felt right
So That was the subject
She studied all night

Drawing from seed
A so gentle way
Of studying nature
And watching it play
With the season and light
And with water as well
One little seed
Somebody did sell

She get a green sprout
What would it be
A flower or a herb
Miraculously
Jenny just pushed it
Into the earth
And in weeks
The wee seed
Had given birth

Then on the page
Was “croaker” the frog
We could all hear his dulcet tones
Him sat in his bog
What he was shouting
Was apparently great
For he was looking
For a pretty frog mate
So singing his Arias
At the top of his voice
Giving the ladies around
Extra choice

He had studied in Italy
And like to sing
Verdi and Puccini
Which helped him to bring
Culture to the pond side
That’s what we hear
And that’s why the poem
Today does appear

Thanks for your understanding today