I’ve said it before; and I’ll say it again (‘repetition’ being one of my strengths; and ‘plagiarism’ one of my weaknesses) That…
I must also work upon my delivery.
…oh, yes – comic ‘timing!’
We had breakfast at Tiffany’s – where their latest clothing collection was based upon the minimalist style of Australian Aborigines;Mid-afternoon, there was Tiffin at Bethany’s;
Before we popped into the library
(Just before closing time)
To take out a voluminous tome by Diogenes – which led us into a discussion about William the Conqueror
And all his progenies;
Then we had a late, late supper at Stephanie’s.
All in all, we had a wonderful day.
In The Poetry Zoo
In a cage
At the back
Of the zoo
Is a mythical beast
(Allegedly, the last remaining one in the world)
It is a specimen of – in it’s Latin name – Vulgaris Poeta
(Or, in layman’s terms
The popular poet)
He is a sad and lonely creaturePining for a mate
And a decent ryhme
Yet, he doesn’t know it.
They are thinking of closing the zoo
As it’s unfair on the inmates to be so confined.
I think that the poet
May have become institutionalised
Or, they may find
That he could even have
Lost his mind.
Today is March the 26th
And April the Giraffe
All in one;
Which is why we are here watching a ‘Live’ YouTube feed of April and her baby bump.
Up to 105k watching last night when we were watching
And, even now, in the middle of the American night in a far off state of the USofA (Harpursville, NY – if detail required) there are still 57k watching.
Well, it’s certainly an escape from US politics.
Anyway, fingers crossed
And ‘don’t blink’ you might miss the birthing.
“…and she said that she was ‘a wizard in the kitchen.’ So, I said, make me a cake and we shall see.”
“So, what happened?”
“She was – and she did!”
(Delivered with a drunken slant)
I am Graeme
And I used to be…
Yes, I used to be coherent…
Until the demon drink got a hold of me.
It started off just as a part of my hobby: after my writing sessions I would have a slurp or two; then, gradually, I moved on to pints and then the hard stuff. I tried to drink of a quality; but, after a while you drink anything and everything to scratch that itch.
I was, at one time, drinking a pint of Quink before breakfast – yes, you heard me, a pint!
But, I have cut down to nothing through sheer will-power and by using pencils instead of quills – however, I appear to have lead-poisoning!
That is why I am a little Inkcoherent.
Yeah, I know, Skippy. Bit obvious that ‘we’ have fallen down the well.
Yes, good idea to keep the spirits up by talking; but, do you know anything interesting?
Nah, me neither.
And there is also the Skippy Post below (if you missed it) G:)
Skippy: Tchhiichhhnanxhhichh! (He says ‘It’s World Poetry Day, Today) https://graemesandford.com/2017/03/21/skippy-tchhiichhhnanxhhichh-he-says-its-world-poetry-day-today/ via @PoemMeGroup
Fruit Flies / Fruit Flys (life is a performance in yellow).
“As a banana, I have problems that you couldn’t even dream of.
Take, for instance, fruit flys;
When a banana boards an aeroplane he (or she) will be affected by the cabin pressures (and other passengers who may be suffering from the munchies).
No, seriously, I am talking about flying fruit!
(Throws a banana)
Take my cousin, Barnaby, for example.
No, go on.
What do you intend to do with Barnaby, madam?
Are you going to eat him?
He’s in your hands now, madam.
He is at your mercy.
It’s not good to be a banana.
Life is always short.
And the end is not always kind.
And as for fruit Flies…”
There are no words to add to this.
Just putting it out there for you to mull upon.