I need to let off steam, and it's not for the reason you might think... Don't fret, this ain't political; I'm not here to lecture, I'll leave those folks with stronger views than mine to come and getch'ya, It's not for me to tell you what your opinion ought to be, Nor is it for … Continue reading Making a Hash of the B Word
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
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
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
Fuzziness and grumblinoss, Snifflinky bungedup snozenges, Snortingy sniffinuss sneezeburgers, I've lost the Strepsil lozenges.
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