Madam Claus

“She does most of the work, don’t she and then stays, behind the scenes” Gun Roswell

Madam Claus

Always, fully and nicely dressed,
All in, that deepest of reds
Never mind, if she just got out of her bed
She is already neat, and totally complete

Breakfast, lunch or even fine dine
She is always the for to die
The Madam, oh, so totally divine
Just looking at her, makes one feel fine

They call her by many names
Madam, Mrs, Lady, nothing ever shady
In our memories thoughts the year she stays
Even if it’s just on day she does us grace

A day or two, before X-mas

“’twas the Sunday, just a day or two, away, from the holiday ” Gun Roswell

A day or two, before X-mas

Seemingly calm
On the outside, but be warned
It’s hotter than hell
Inside where it smells
Just like the holiday is blaring
And upon us without a fair warning
The house is a mess of people and things
Everyone is running, no stopping to sing
The hustle and bustle
Of cooking, cleaning and if you must know
It’s too damned busy
For any kind of seasonal spirit
Not today, not tomorrow
But when the Eve is upon
Then without any sorrow
We all settled down
Sit quietly around the table
Tell another Christmas fable
As the calm has finally descended
And all the work ended

Glitter and Glam

“It’s that time of the season, when glitter and glamour is all around for no good reason” Gun Roswell

Glitter and Glam

Stroll, slowly around
In this seasonal holy ground
In a great big shopping mall
Making you feel quite small
As you glare around in much awe
With a gaping dropped down jaw
All that glitter and all that glamour
Causing even the neighbour lady to yammer
Myself, I try not to stammer
As all the lights and decorations
Are causing some seasonal heart palpitation
Without really a good explanation
But at this point it really doesn’t matter the reason
Just enjoying and joining the celebration
For all of this only comes along once a year
So hop along the festive train without any fear

Sleepy Cats

“When it’s time for a nap, there is no time to look for that perfect spot, just drop, where you are and sleep” Gun Roswell

Sleepy Cats

It’s nearly past noon
Which, in the furry felines opinion
Came way too soon
Just when the morning prowl was done
And then it was time for a little fun
The heavy weight of the eye lids waved
And the sleepiness catching on
To resist was way, way too strong
It was that time when the light
High up in the blue skies
Was telling the furry felines
It was their time to make a b-line
Find the nearest soft spot
And drop all their wight, on the dot
Sleepy time, nap time
What ever you want to call it
That is their prime time

Seasonal Spirits

“Greetings to one and all, holiday and seasonal cheer in tow” Gun Roswell

Seasonal Spirits

When this season is upon us once again with the realest of feel
And it is the time when the home becomes filled with smells and kind of a cheer
Maybe even catch a glimpse of the grumpiest of neighbours with leer
It is the time with colours and lights so bright, the X-mas Eve is sure to be near

The colours and lights of green and red
Filling each corner of this small homestead
No time for sleep, just jump out of bed
And get out now the holiday spirits to spread

But if you are not feeling this thing at all
Never, mind, not everyone can have it all
Just try to be cool and then, just stand tall
And maybe, for a beer, head out to the nearest mall

Vienna for WWW (three)

“Österreich ist eine kleine Welt, in der die große ihre Probe hält.”
Friedrich Hebbel

On the Streets of Vienna

Vienna, Oh Vienna
We’re always glad to see ‘ya

You may not be as pretty as Sienna
Or even as hot as High Sierra
But we still love ‘ya
We really really love ‘ya

Vienna, Oh Vienna
We’re always glad to see ‘ya

Your old town feel
Some of it real
The others can’t steal
Don’t worry,
We made that deal

Vienna, Oh Vienna
We’re always glad to see ‘ya

Footfalls in the snow

“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
” 

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Footfalls in the snow

Imprints, in the freshly fallen snow
Leaving, after them, a very soft glow
Trying hard to follow, in this eternal flow
With my own pace, set, completely,  to a very slow

Monday blues

“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues” Gun Roswell

Monday blues

Looking out the window
Window, with a big frame
Frame, so large and pointing to the yard
Yard, between the big houses
Houses, which are built so tightly
Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze
Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings
Buildings which are forever growing taller
Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller
Smaller, but not that of my dreams
Dreams, of the wide open sea
Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens
Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen
Seen only, in my, eternal dreams
Dreams, so big, it makes me think
Think, if I will ever be able to see
See the true forest of green or even the wide sea
Sea, where the blues are so cool
Cool as the bluest of skies above
Above he wide open calm ocean
Ocean, which will be never ending
Ending only, if I stop, dreaming

Sunday, Always On My Mind

“Sunday is so much better than Monday” Gun Roswell

Sunday, Always On My Mind

Why, is Sunday
Always on my mind?
When the working week starts
And Monday feelings smart
I have Sunday on my mind
If Tuesday brings some fun
Until Wednesday things get done
But enter Thursday
A total loose day
And again, I have Sunday on my mind
Finally Friday arrives
My face all in smiles
Feelings of Sunday on the arise
Quickly passes Saturday
My proverbial Caturday
One more night to sleep
In a slumber so deep
Dreaming, of Sunday
The one day
Always, on my mind
Oh universe, please be so kind
And let it always be, Sunday!

Three times cats 3

“Cats are about again, on this Saturday” Gun Roswell

Three times cats

Shopkeeper Cat

As the rush hour has finally past
And so long it did today last
The daily business done
The merchandise sold almost out
Now, it is time for the only reward
The whole personnel have scored
And even the shopkeeper cat
Will get a chance to take a long nap