Eleanor Dunn

Merseyside , UK

Born, Birkenhead; Married to James; 3 sons, David, Jaymie, and Paul; Schools: attended Mersey Park, Prenton Secondary School, and Laird School of Art; 3 awards for song writing; 27 poems published since 1996; an Editors Choice Award from The International Poetry Society; won small prizes in competitions. I write many funny monologues too long to publish; also ghost stories, children's stories, plays and sketches; I am a member of Poetic License, Poetry Place, London one eyed city group. My hobbies are restoring antique dolls, gardening and driving. I love writing and often think I have swallowed a dead poet (ha ha! joke). My philosophy in life is always try to give your very best to everything you do.

The Crafty Stray Cat

Oh! really, said the Persian cat
Who do you think your staring at?
Her haughty look it did not please
The poor old stray who scratched off fleas.
Go on, clear off, she loudly mewed,
Your manners are extremely rude
You should not scratch before a queen.
In fact, my dear you're quite obscene.

Well, hark at you, the poor stray said
At least, you have a comfy bed,
While I must wander night and day
Because, I am a homeless stray.
I eat the food off compost heap.
For hunger pangs, from stomach to keep.
While you eat salmon and bowls of cream.
It is you my dear who is obscene.

You are cosseted, brushed, and groomed,
Each day, to keep all tangles, well away
You are nothing, but a selfish cat,
Yes that my dear is simply that
I am off now, but you will not be pleased
I have left you with a load of fleas
Some pregnant mothers, I declare
Preferred your nice long silky fur.

What Would You Do

What would you do if I wasn't here
Would you get someone else to fill my armchair?
How would you cope? Would you get in a state?
Without me there would you vegetate.
For life is not long, how the years hurry past
and before you know it, you're an old man at last
Your steps a bit slower, you can't always do
The many large tasks that you used to do

Where will you go? will you go in a place?
Where you will snooze away all day
With a white vacant face
We are kindred spirits, both you and I
Yes, when you're in love how the years just fly by
How proud I was, when you took me aside
And you asked me to be your young blushing bride
This is me, I'm still here through I'm old, bent, and gray.
The young girl that is in me, has not flown away,

I am trapped in this body of pain and despair
Behind my old eyes looking out at you there
I love you, my darling for we are as one
We have had lots of good times
Most of the sad times have gone
So for my sake dear sweetheart do not grieve carry on.
I shall always be near you right up to the end
For you are my husband - my lover - my friend.