Tuesday, December 28, 2010


(An Acrostic)

Trifles are trivial, trifles are small,
Really, they don't count for much at all!
It's seems that when 'just desserts' are required,
Full of fruit, and with cream inspired,
Laden with alcohol (say sherry),
Everyone gets very merry!


As Shakespeare said, and said quite truly,
Of the handsome and unruly,
'Golden boys and girls all must
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust'.
This handsome creature, Errol Flynn,
Who put the ladies in a spin,
And caused the silver screen to glow,
Was born a century ago!
And so Tasmania celebrated
One of its most admired and feted.
'Mad and Bad' but charming too.
It's sad what the passing years can do!


eyeography said...

Loved them both...
The acrostic was a lot of fun to read...
I want to have that ice-cream and I want to go merry :D

maryt/theteach said...

I love your trifle poem, Brenda.

Margaret said...

100 years ago... Wow. I watched him on tv when I was young. The oldies, even back then. He was a rascal, but splendid all the same.

Margaret Gosden said...

The sherry trifle that I hardly ever make now - used to be our favourite desert on special occasions. Here (in the USA) we made it with ladyfingers soaked in a liquor, then covered with custard, layered with bananas, soft fruit and fresh cream. A thin layer of jello might have been added, too. So jummy! Thanks for the reminder via your clever acrostic!