Writer's Reader: January 2026

Winter Writing

by Alan Ewing

Tribute (to my little punkette Sarah Sara)

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She's my little punkette

Lest I forget

Totally my mate

Ain't it great

To have someone

Like that around

She's my little friend

Until the very end

Love her to bits

Such teenage kicks

In her little ways

She's my best friend

Always with trend

I couldn't wish for

For anything more

Her knockin' down

My high wall

Brings me down to Earth

Shows my true worth

She is so kind

I could hardly find

A better friend

Yes, it's all online my dear

Nothin' crazy

Have no fear

She is friendship

Itself

Guess I'm livin' the dream

Twelfth Night

Here we go again with Twelfth Night

Now, tell me is it the fifth or sixth?

Well, I'm not seeking argument on this

Certainly not the fifth and sixth in conflict

The night rolls on with daybreak next day

And so the sixth plays a part in Twelfth

It really does not matter very much to me

For on sixth daybreak, we have Epiphany

Well, take your decorations down anyway

Or leave them up to burn on Shrove Tuesday

This is what tradition says about Twelfth Night

Escape being Candlemas 2nd February light

So hope that it's been merry over twelve days

Now go out and see one of Shakespeare's plays

Which one you may ask to pass the test?

Answer is Twelfth Night which is suited best

Time Crackles

Time crackles as the seasons go on

Have the good times been and gone?

No more Mabel giving her best dance

As Carly worked herself into a trance

The days when I would stand at the bar

Pouring myself an ale, just one more jar

Last one standing being the total fool

Then hangovers and his workshop tool

The seasons pass for those who notice

Back to school at the rainy bus-stop

In the pouring rain middle of January

School life is about being on the hop

And so time crackles as the seasons wander

You can't keep up as you freeze and sweat

To the seasons you always have to pander

Whether you are boiling or you are soaked wet

Woman Obsession

Obsession on a woman

is not good.

Though it is.

Ride your bike

through the night

and try not to

ring your bell.

For she can never tell

if you are in love with her

God's Games we play,

in romance anyway,

a simple chance to be.

SOCKS GAG: Billy was chuffed with himself: 'Look I spent all of my Christmas Presents money on socks. Edna had really had enough: 'Put a sock in it will you!'

Monday, 5 January 2026

Winter Writing