Random Ruminations

Oh! how I yearn to sleep through the night, Tossing and turning, waking early’s my plight! Mind ticking over, all anxious and tense, Recall lighter moments...seems to make sense! A total mismatch...of late parents so true, How they stayed together, a big puzzlement, too! Loving mother, so serious, her hair in a bun, Quick-tempered father, who was also great fun! Asked little sister, ”what causes wind?" To Dad’s reply, Mom: "siss!you have sinned!” In a huff, with disgust, she hastened away, “Too much cabbage,” was what he did say! Relaxed, on my back, in my bath as I lay, Little son with toy boat, in the water did play. With stunned disbelief, open mouthed I had stared, As boat in my “undergrowth,” its propeller had snared! "Please bring the scissors," to my spouse I did call; Did she respond quickly? No, not at all! For she sought a camera, for all time to be captured, That mortified moment...I was hardly enraptured! In Parliament’s gallery, I once spent some time, Debate dull and boring, hardly sublime! Must have dozed off, breathing son’rous and deep, Firm hand on my shoulder: “This is no place to sleep!” Mr Speaker was tough, and had eyes like a hawk, Errant MPs he’d order:“the plank you shall walk!” In that hallowed Chamber, a man with great clout, “No one sleeps here...usher, show that man out!” Stratagem’s success? still too early to gauge, As cautiously through funny mem’ries I page! For the age before dotage, the wise ones do reckon, Is called anecdotage...and my senior years beckon!