Author Archives: Words from a Lentil Institution

“We’re keeping the weeds to feed the bees.”

Lawnmower at the ready:

stood down;

shears and trimming tools:

returned to their racks;

plans to clear a path:

put on hold.

“We’re keeping the weeds

to feed the bees.”

“Pob-bob-bob!” said the gull.

“Pob-bob-Bob!” said the gull.

“Yes.” I replied, but it should be ‘Pob-bob-bob-bob!’ as I have ‘two’ dogs.

“Pob-bob-bob-bob!” said the gull, correcting its earlier error.

“Precisely!” I said, ‘“You’ll get it right next time.”

“Pobbbbbb!” said the gull, which really wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all.

Friday I’m In Haiku

When Friday is done

it is time for the weekend:

so let fun commence.

“I’m sorry, but we really do need some form of IDiot.”

I checked all pockets; fluff (or lint – I’m not sure of the difference); two sweets (still wrapped, possibly edible); some string; a few coins; a bus-ticket; a receipt; various other items of little use; but nothing that I could use to confirm who, or indeed ‘what’, I was.

They refused to allow my entrance. I foresaw my exit – and was soon unceremoniously ejected into the street.

Much later (some several years) I realised that all along I had had my library ticket tucked inside the cuff of my jacket.

Never mind, I shall remember it being there next time. If there is a next time. For whatever it was that I needed my ID for.

Edward de Leaf

Edward lived every day

as if it was his first,

or his last;

green of experience in his youth

he learnt all that could

until he became a wizened old fellow.

One day,

whilst wearing a coat of brown, trimmed with a motley yellow,

he fell to the ground,

and just lay there.

It all got a bit ‘Buntled!’

As I wendelled my weary way,

I was wary that, one day,

I might be steeply inclined

to walk up a hill;

but, still, I thought to myself,

that’s probably

not

going to happen today.

Two hours later, looking back

(and looking down)

I realised

how

it might feel

to be a clown,

or (more likely)

a cloud.

Wandering about wondering

it really shouldn’t be allowed.

The Black Sea Gull

From the Black Sea?

Or just a black seagull?

Who knows?

I know that I don’t.

But, mine is to ask the questions

that others have no interest in answering.

It’s what I do.

A seagull in time

A seagull in time saves nine,

so they say;

but, who ‘they’ are, is never mentioned.

and what are the ‘nine’ that are to be saved?

Ladies dancing?

I think not.

“Hey… Stack!”

“Hey… stack

don’t build it high

or it will topple

and make a me-e-e-ess;

build it

as high as it is wide

then it will stay up

and not fall over

over over over over!!

*Many ‘La la las’ may follow here.

Two Sentence Story

Two-Sentence Story (inspired by this image –

https://www.facebook.com/887954541249607/posts/4118104951567867/?d=n)

Stieg waited, the bright light of the flaming brand in his raised right hand clearly highlighting the predicament that stood solidly before him.

And all Josh could do was input, ‘Jump up’ time and time again – which action was tiring, and ultimately flawed in its inadequacy.