I have no words to say
No words to write
Towards what ends
Am I here
And here I cite a famous poet
‘Read the above and weep
For is there anything more to keep
Than these wise words from a chimney sweep.’
Who was that men that penned those words
That gained such plaudits
Won huge awards?
It was I
For I am him
And he is me
I forget witch
I know ”tis silly
It’s what I do
So, Merry Wordsmith
And a Happy New Word to you all.
Morning arrives from night and darkness to day and light
And noon attends our zenith as we pass from am to pm
The afternoon can crawl or sprint as is it’s wont – and it’s different for every soul
Evening finds us weary from work or family tasks and our repast is deserving of us.
The night draws on and we yearn to close eyes and receive sleep’s blessing.
The night is safely outside as we lay safely within.
It seems to be a series of losses that is geting silly.
If I should go
As well I might
In a little mo
And I am not alone
How long will it be
Before all have departed
And will the last one to go
Please turn all the lights out
Because to leave them on
Would be wasteful
Of the resources of the Earth
And I happen to believe
That every life has intrinsic worth.
Mac of Kintyre
Mirth rolling out from your mouth
To always be somewhere else
When you are there
Far will I travel
And much will I do
To be reading a book
And not listening to you…
I think that just about says enough
(Apologies to PMcC, Wings and Mull
of Kintyre – and possibly Michael Macinyre –
though it’s just an opinion of mine).
My dressing gown’s not satin
And I only know a little Latin
So, I say to you “go, carpe diem!
Take your chances when you see ’em!”
And never start writing Limericks without a plan.
Just falling about in fits as I have just found out that I am well within six degrees of separation of Catherine of Anagram.
Catherine’s familial device was a pomegranate and an anagram of pomegranate is ‘Panto Graeme’ enough said.
Jane was looking at a recipe. The conversation went this way:
J: Aargh! I ‘should’ have bought a pomegranate.
G: The pomegranate is the family symbol of Catherine of Anagram.
G: See what anagram you can get out of pomegranate.
J: (scribbles) You’re going to like this… “Panto Graeme”
G: Oh no, it isn’t!
J: Oh yes, it is!
Thanks to the Love of my Life Jane for assisting me in my descent to madness (King George Three, wait for me!)