A Missed Opportunity (about Mushrooms).
NB Insert your own vision of a coffee mug perched precariously upon a Cornish Staddle Stone – what follows will then make some sort of sense.
“There’s always a mug on the mushroom.”
“Well…” I replied, twenty minutes later,
“That’s because there isn’t ‘mush room’ for anything else!”
which may have been funny at the time; but, at a distance, lost it’s wit.
I only wish that I had uttered it
at the moment when
it would have had the most impact, then,
how I mourn the loss of a chance
of ‘infamy, infamy; they’ve all got it infamy!’