The pen yesterday,
Made a big mess on the page,
An inky poopee.
No deal, is no more?
Will it all be delayed now?
Yes, Labour’s still crap!
Tag: still
Sunday 24/02/19 Walking Yesterday
I went for a walk,
Snapped this birdie in a tree.
I liked its swagger.
Maybe, a Great Tit,
This little birdie poses.
Though, hardly kept still.
Hand held, long zoom, shot,
Sixty times zoom, focus, shoot!
Again, then again!
Monday 18/02/19
The moons bright tonight,
Full and moving clouds away,
It shining boldly.
The sky cold and clear,
But still the weather is good.
Spring is keen to come.
Wednesday 13/02/19
A stone lays so still,
Not daring to move or breathe,
You might think it’s dead.
The coffee cup rolls,
Rocking, back and forth, empty,
Wondering what’s next.