A funny thing happened on the way to the wordprocessor (AFTHOTWTTWP)

 

Poetry is dinky little thing.  There’s me worrying about hammering out 1500 words a day in an attempt at getting the next  Hipposync archive written,  whereas poems need just a few dozen– if that. I mean how hard can it be?  So I thought I’d give it a go in an attempt at encapsulating my reflections on life. Take this morning for instance;

 

Didn’t put the car away,

Exposed it overnight,

A hundred summer swallows,

Re-painted it with **ite.

 

One swallow does not make a summer, but I’d love to see what these swallows are swallowing to enable them to provide such voluminous effluent in the form of a sizeable seaweed and mascaponi pancake. And so:

 

Washed off the paintwork,

Pancake had to go,

Paper towel punctured,

Fingers in guano.

 

So, there you are. Hope you enjoyed that delightful and evocative word picture.

 

Back soon with more.

 

DCF

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