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!
As complex as simple is.
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!
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!
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.
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.