Saw a post on Facebook from a bee-keeper, that has a surplus of 40 jars of honey, and wanted advice on how to sell them.
a crofter view
Thursday, 13 February 2025
Honey for sale
Thursday, 26 December 2024
the week before Christmas
the ward is alive
with patients on trolleys
that may not survive
needing the toilet
but unwilling to leave
as the patients will die
you are told and believe
mouth dry and parched
throat sore with thirst
giving fluids to the patient
that needs it first
rest break is cancelled
still on the feet
smiles and is comforting
to the patient they meet
is there a bed for them
they ask on the phone
the management and pager
won't leave them alone
the shift thankfully is over
they head for the loo
and cry uncontrollably
like the other staff do
just a week before Christmas
A week before Christmas
the MP's are free
to take the backhanders
and loan guarantee
suck up the the media
show they are kind
but giving to needy
last thing on their mind
in new camel coat
cashmere scarf and hat
they head for soup kitchens
that the media is at
they taste the thin gruel
smile so refined
then serve the unfortunate
trying to look kind
when cameras go
they escape to the rear
into the Rolls Royce
hidden quite near
then off to the west end
collecting gifts by the score
watching a show
yet demanding more
a real person of substance
with wit and charm
that defends his electorate
while doing them harm
Wednesday, 25 December 2024
week before Christmas
They don't give a f..ck
about the poor veteran
down on his luck
that sits on the corner
brandishing a can
being ignored
by each passing man
He once was like them
he had some pride
before bombing and shelling
destroyed something inside
he once stood in line
was clean on parade
now hides in the gutter
seeking the shade
cold and shivering
one last request
give me a tenner for
the medals on my chest
you can add them
to the collection
an evidence of the broken
ready for inspection
Saturday, 21 December 2024
grumpy goes to town
I can't help but wonder
if all the traffic wardens
are trying to steal his thunder
with a cut in winter fuel allowance
it is a colossal blunder
the shops flood with music
a cacophony of sound
anything that could hold a tune
nowhere to be found
at the end of the hideous noise
the bugger is rewound
of course its time for presents
a time for seasonal toys
there'll be hand guns for the girls
and repeating riffles for the boys
which means bullets in primary schools
and security guards employs
off to spend the gift cards
from cards that lit the fire
loaded the shopping trolley
with Chinese crap so dire
but never read terms and conditions
and the date they all expire
grumpy out of pocket
and really in a mood
at least its a festival
so bound to be good food
offered canapés and vol-au-vent
how could they be so rude
Friday, 1 November 2024
god save the king
God save the King
may your illness not dismay
may you get financial aid
not deduction of your pay
may you hospital appointments
arrive not go astray
may you arrive in time for treatment
with no transport delay
may your castle be well heated
with no meter to prepay
may your doctors not be on strike
and be cheerful bright and gay
may your treatment be like your subjects
in every single way
feeding sheep
Down the muddy pothole lane
the rust flake pick-up goes
to the fields of sheep
of ewes with tales of woe
cold lambs risk of dying
now ewes udders cease to grow
there is food in the back
scarce this time of year
to sprinkle on the ground
for any sheep that's near
lambs with hypothermia
will not meet the auctioneer