Brother-In-Law

 

Well brother-in-law,

I’m here to say,

I’ve heard that you,

Are old today.

 

I can’t believe,

You’re still not grey,

That’s probably ‘cos,

You were born in May.

 

You’re getting old,

This I can see;

How old are you now,

Is it Fifty-Three?

 

Well anyway,

It doesn’t matter,

You may be old,

But you’re not fatter.

 

That’s one good thing,

I can say;

Here’s another….

Have a Happy Birthday!!

 

By Becky Clemett - 6th May 2000

The Mistake

 

I’m sure you remember,

That day last year;

When I made a mistake…

Let me make it clear.

 

I had the chance,

For some tickets you see,

From a girl in work,

For the Rugby!

 

Well I made an error,

That was true;

So this year my love,

I’ve brought the Rugby to you!!

 

By Becky Clemett - 13th May 2000

Dedicated to David Clemett

Oh Mother!

 

Some years ago,

On this great day,

You were brought to earth,

In such a way!!

 

Now you’re older,

Wiser too,

(You now know how,

To use the loo!)

 

So my mother,

Enjoy your party;

Don’t eat too much cake,

Or it will make you FA…irly full!!

 

By Becky Clemett - 21st August 2000

Ode to Simon

 

Of all the scams,

This one’s the best’

To get out of work,

And have a wee rest.

 

A brilliant plan,

One can’t be beat,

So take the weight,

Off your delicate feet.

 

Enjoy the food,

‘A plate of trout’,

But hurry up,

And get on out.

 

To enjoy food,

That is the pits,

Soggy pizza,

And burnt chips;

 

Known as Kath’s cooking!!

 

By Becky Clemett - 1st September 2001

Happy Birthday Sam

 

How you’re approaching your twenty two’s,

I’ve got you a nice new pair of shoes.

 

You can wear them inside, or out in the park,

In the morning or even the dark.

 

I hope they’re the right size I wasn’t too sure,

They looked like they’d fit when upon the floor.

 

The toes are open so you may get well,

That hasn’t stopped you wearing other shoes yet.

 

They’ve got a nice frill and a necklace too,

It’s important to match jewellery and shoes.

 

They are a nice colour lilac I think,

But here is a tenner, go have a drink.

 

And don’t forget to wear your shoes.

 

By Becky Clemett - 21st February 2005

End of the night

 

Tuck the blankets in a little tighter now,

Stay to read just one more page,

Kiss each forehead, hold them tight,

No room for cruel words or rage.

 

Laugh aloud at one last joke,

Then tickle one more tum,

Take a second out to just enjoy,

This moment being mum.

 

As their eyes begin to slowly close,

Tiptoe closer to the door,

Pause a moment, wait a while,

Linger there a little more.

 

As you now reach the top step,

A little voice whispers out, 'Goodnight',

Closely followed in quivering voice,

'Can you please leave on the light?'

 

Heart strings pull you back to see,

Little eyes so wide with fear,

A gentle cwtch, one last hug,

To remind them you are near.

 

A teddy halo frames each face,

Tired eyes and smiles so wide,

As off to sleep they eventually sail,

Washed along by slumber 's tide.

 

 

By Becky Clemett – 20th January 2021