Is it such a heinous crime to want to know my place? A notion of what's gone before and what I've yet to face? Is it so surprising I should leave marks in my wake? Must I be despised for each impression that I make? I have no wish to be cast adrift in the midst of this adventure, … Continue reading To Know One’s Place
Category: Poems and Ponderings
Saviour of Sheep
I've no great fondness for sheep beyond how they taste with mint sauce, Though in winter it's quite nice to have to hand a good woolly jumper, of course. I suppose some people like their milk, and it's cute the way lambs leap about, And I concede I've sung "Little Bo Peep" more times that I can count. Other than that I am … Continue reading Saviour of Sheep
Mr Darcy: Superhero
By day he was a gentleman, all good and rich and proper, He wore the latest fashions – a sartorial show-stopper. He could handle well a curricle, ride his stallion at full speed, He attended church on Sundays and all but pissed Noblesse Oblige. His house was grand, his fortune large, he was, in all, … Continue reading Mr Darcy: Superhero
A little bit of nonsense goes a long way
Fuzziness and grumblinoss, Snifflinky bungedup snozenges, Snortingy sniffinuss sneezeburgers, I've lost the Strepsil lozenges.
To do, or not to have done
I've torn a leaf from my diary, And used it to make a list, Of things I've to do on the morrow, Of things that are not to be missed. But what of the page that was torn out? When I get there, what will be gone? On that day I could have been writing, … Continue reading To do, or not to have done
