Maureen Forster

 

Our afternoon was an eclectic mix of literature starting with Jackie’s own poem on

her memories of Weymouth.

“The sweeping sandy beach resembles the Naples Bay

Along the promenade a clock tower, golden in its day

Presented to Queen Victoria to mark her Golden Jubilee

By Henry Edwards, the local MP”

Also her thoughts in verse about ULEZ.

A story about 18 month old Ben from Joan Tucker’s “Everyday Poems and

Children’s Short Stories” had us anticipating a sad ending but an amusing twist left

us smiling.

A break in proceedings for a cup of tea, cake and biscuits before our memories

were stirred as we joined in “The Owl and The Pussycat” by Edward Lear, plus a

discussion on the “runcible spoon”; a totally made up word by Lear but which has

since been defined as a “spoon with a bowl at each end”.

Bringing us back to reality, we listened to Pam Ayres’ soliloquy “The Battery Hen”

on its miserable existence.

“Oh, I am a battery hen

On me back there’s not a germ

I never scratched a farmyard

And I never pecked a worm.

I never had the sunshine

To warm me feathers through

Eggs I lay, every day

For the likes of you.

Our next meeting is 13th October.