When dining out we’re well aware Our manners are on view We open doors like Fred Astaire Insisting... After you! Which silverware to use and when And how to hold a glass While tackling pommes parisienne Delineate one’s class. But not so in the cinema The difference is stark Because it’s hard to be bourgeois … Continue reading Creature Feature
On the news they warn: the city's now a combat zone Turned off the TV and went outside to be alone Some I know are marching, mostly peaceful, others not Strangers now are asking me if I'm a patriot Sitting in my garden, how I love the peace and quiet I'll fight for a cause … Continue reading Hue and Cry
We have a hedge - when I say we I’m merely being neighbourly Which separates us from next door We’re Number Two, he’s Number Four. The hedge is green and not that tall And forms a living, breathing wall That houses hedgehogs, snails and toads Who are no match for busy roads. The problem is, … Continue reading Bushwhacked
I don’t remember what I woreOr who sat next to meI don’t remember who cried moreOr who came just to see I don’t remember hymns they playedOr readings that were readI don’t remember which ones saidThat you weren’t really dead I just remember how you lookedWhen you slept next to meThe Sunday dinners that you … Continue reading Soup For One
The queue for anything is just so long, you wouldn’t dare cut Imagine then, the queue, the day we all go for a haircut
Social Distancing still stands Love's rules are not allowed Two metres favours just one man: The very well-endowed
Today the Queen turns ninety-four Her subjects wish her many more Except the heir, on bended knee Who hoped she'd go at ninety-three
Nature’s stopped us in our tracks With one of her surprise attacks Perhaps to kick us into touch Because she doesn’t like us much The only thing that does desire us Is this damned Coronavirus Ironic, because when it strikes us It’s just saying that it likes us
If it's your wish To swim with fish Give it less arms And lots more swish
It isn’t only spring When Nature has a fling 'Cause I don't know one rabbit Who isn’t always at it
