Monthly Archives: October 2019

The Cornish Mizzle

The Cornish Mizzle

In Cornwall, twixt the mist and drizzle,

which is something that’s called the Cornish Mizzle;

for, it’s when two like things do meld as one;

that they become a confladum.

In Transylvania, long ago,

there was a thing that joined, just so;

a twilight rising of the mist

known back then as the Transylvania Twist.

“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist? spoke Dracula.

Then, he hastened to add, “It is so sorely mist!”

Thus he spoke from his castle keep

when he deemed to arise from his daytime sleep.

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

asked Prospero, with a wry smile.

“Father, you are all a lather,

if you think we can spend a while

in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “

10,000 Steps

10,000 Steps

Narr: A journey of ten thousand steps begins with a single step. I shall begin. (Pause) Go on! Get a move on! (Sigh) Oh, well – a sleep of a thousand snores begins with a single snore. (yawn… sigh… snore… snore…)

Pizza Oven

Pizza oven

I put my pizza oven

in the corner of the room

because my elephant likes pizza;

but, I had to move the loom;

and the grand piano,

the billiard table, too;

my Moto Guzzi sidecar,

an African canoe;

the Vienna String Quartet,

who were playing by the fire;

and every single member

of the Vienna Male Voice Choir.

Because my elephant loved pizza,

he shrank and disappeared;

and all the musicians hurried back,

they applauded and they cheered;

Occasionally, my elephant,

he comes and visits me,

together we get drunk;

mull about the old times,

we natter ‘til way past three;

but every time he’s in the room,

I think, that maybe he has shrunk;

and maybe one day, in a future time,

he’ll really pack his trunk.

When all is said and dun.

When all is said and dun.

Light Beige

is Ecru;

Dull Brown

is Taupe;


‘“Please welcome to the stage,

Incredible Beige!”

just joking.

Beige is as boring as are all of the rest;

once, I dressed in Dun and Tan,

and Arboreally assumed the hue of an Autumnal Nest;

I went camouflaged in a pile of leaves;

and stayed there, unnoticed,

for three whole months

(which is an untrue fact,

that no-one believes).

The Butterfly

The Butterfly

The butterfly did flee,

it seems he was afraid of me

he flew so fast, I barely saw him go

and where he goes I do not know.

An admiral from the Russian Navy

once stopped a while and spoke with me,

“Do you prefer the butterfly, or the flea?”

I told him it was all the same to me,

whether it be,

the flutter of a butterfly

the braying of a flea,

or the saying that,

‘whatever a bee will be… will be.’

The admiral smiled,

and looked at me,

handed me his cap

in humility,

and now, I am the ruler of the Tsar’s navy!

The Best View In Looe

The Best View in Looe

For the best view in Looe,

there are a few things you have to do;

firstly, you see, you have to be

in Looe, in Cornwall’s fair county –

and not in one of those other, paler,

imposter Looes;

such as the one in Yorkshire

or the one in Kent;

where some people

have mistakenly spent

their days

wandering around

in confusion,

before, eventually,

coming to the conclusion,

that the Looe In Yorkshire,

or the Looe in Kent,

were not the Looes

where they should have went.

And, secondly,

and most importantly;

when you ‘have’ ascertained

that you ‘are’

in the correct Looe,

and not pining from afar,

you have to look around and see

the best view in Looe,

from wherever you may be.