Wonders Of The World

It took me all day to get out of bed,

I called into work and told them I had a sore head,

That last line was partly true,

But sore is an ambiguous word to use.

I wanted to go swimming in Iceland’s hot springs,

I’ve always imagined these beautiful things,

I wonder if I can create the same feeling in my kitchen,

If I just shut my eyes and listen,

I flicked the kettle down and the steam engulfed me,

The sweetest smell of herbal tea, 

I poured a waterfall into my mug,

Open my eyes and took the biggest glug,

I had hoped the heat would remind of a summers day,

Being captured by those blazing sun rays.

Next I wanted to go to the London Eye,

The view looked so beautiful from up high,

I put my sunglasses on to protect my sight,

From the strong beam of sunlight,

A glare on the window made my pupils sore,

That last line was partly true,

But sore is an ambiguous word to use,

I prefer the word enlightened,

In more ways than one my senses were heightened,

I got down off my roof and exited the ride,

Next I think I will go to the lakeside,

I collected crunchy leaves and conkers in my rucksack,

Filled it right up and put it on my back,

I got home and scraped the mud off my shoe,

Even though my bath tub was brand new,

I tipped the contents into my gleaming white tub,

The sweet smell of soil made my eyes well up,

I ran the water freezing cold, 

Dipped my feet into nature’s mould,

I’m starting to think I am quite artistic,

For now I’ll just relax in the Lake District.

Jimmy Choos

Hi everyone!

It has been months since I last posted, as I am very busy trying to set up my own business. I have been writing loads, but haven’t had time to post any online. I started writing a poem today about starting up a business and how everyone should follow their dreams – however it kind of went off on a tangent, and subconsciously became very feminist orientated! I guess it’s because I have been seeing so many things lately about what women can and can’t wear, and it has actually bothered me more than I’d care to admit. As the hot weather is coming and I’ve been finding wearing a bra is becoming more of a chore, but I also don’t want all the unwelcomed attention that comes with it. So my poem today transported into what women can and can’t wear in the work place, it has never personally happened to me, but I have came across it happening to others before. It has a lot of metaphors (of course) and deeper meanings, but is also supposed to be light hearted – and I definitely don’t want anyone to get offended. However, my overriding message is to ladies, please wear what you want and what you feel comfortable wearing, whether that is no bra, no pants, no top, whatever! Also, if your job or boyfriend/girlfriend is telling you what to wear – then please DROP THEM! 

I was 2 foot tall and ready to take on the universe,

Dreams of being a successful manager is what I rehearsed,

When I reached 4 foot I realised it wasn’t that easy,

20 people apply for one job – what would make them pick me?

Out of all of these people, they only accept one,

They say they’re not prejudice – but he just happened to be an entrepreneurs son,

He became the manager – I worked underneath him,

How can we compete with what the companies are teaching,

Maybe being a strong, white male gave him an advantage,

But managing a massive company was enough for him to manage,

He always looked so strong and composed,

His 6 foot build in his tight shirt was never too exposed,

But my high heeled shoes were too revealing,

Apparently the men found them too appealing,

But maybe it was that going from 5 foot 10 ” to 6 foot that was too intimidating, 

As he wanted to look down on me – and when he couldn’t it was frustrating,

Wishing back to being 2 foot – with all these dreams and ambitions,

Being told what to wear was not part of this position,

Payday came and then I was inclined,

To buy the most expensive pair of high heeled shoes I could find,

I went to work the following day,

Rushed to find the boss – as I had something to say,

“You’re very familiar with designers, so you’ll know these are Jimmy Choo, they make me 6 foot 3, so now I’m looking down on you, if the men can’t focus on work because of what I wear, then they need to stop it – and with that I have decided that today I quit”

It turns out my Jimmy Choo’s were actually extremely rare,

I sold them on and became a millionaire,

Took over the company and got the boss fired,

Then made sure more women were hired,

They all got designer heels – and wore them with pride,

Just as a little message to say – by the rules we will abide,

But only if the rules are equal on both sides.