The mirror crack’d from side to side
And there is always a steam train
Agatha liked steam
It does seem that way
they say she wrote some of her stories whilst aboard;
or wrote whilst afloat
travelling to Egypt, Mesopotamia or the like.
I don’t know if she ever travelled by bike;
working on a riddle
while balancing upon a saddle.
I beg your pardon
I never promised you the Forest of Arden
Within which realm
Your heart could roam
And all life’s fairest creatures
Could be found…
That would have been presumptuous of me
To say the least;
And, when have you ever
Known me to say the least-
I ask you…
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Words are difficult;
They don’t help you to use them –
And seldom play fair.
“We’re going on a Camembert Hunt!”
“What?”
“It’s a type of cheese”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say.”
“It’s just s play on words.”
“Yup!”
“And it’s ever so cheesy.”
“Exact-a-menté!”
“Whatevs!”
At the centre of the Universe
there is a tiny little thing
called ‘hub’.
This thing, called ‘hub’
I just can’t get enough
information about it.
If you have any knowledge
you could loan me
I would be only too happy to receive it.
Thank you
in anticipation.
G:)
“I like to blog in America!”
“I like to blog in Siberia!”
“I like to blog in Almeria!”
“Where?”
“Almeria.”
“Where is that?”
“You’ve never heard of Almeria?”
“Well, not until very recently, no.”
“We’re on the map.”
“Which map?”
“The world map of… places.”
“Which continent are you on?”
“We don’t believe in continents.”
“What? Everybody believes in continents.”
“Not everybody, so it seems.”
“Okay. What is the country next to yours called?”
“We call it Jimmizus.”
“You’re making this all up!”
“No, it’s true; Jimmizus is a wonderful country, as it shields us from the world.”
“So, is it like a mythological place, such as… um… Nirvana?”
“The band?”
“No. The place.”
“No, not like Nirvana; although we, too are strangely musical – we like grunge.”
“You’re kidding us – making all of this up. Almeria is just a figment of your imagination. Tell us something about Almeria.”
“It smells nice.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s lovely.”
“What does it smell like?”
“Oh, you know, teen spirit, and all that.”
“Now we know that you are having us on. What is the capital of Almeria*, tell me that
“Aminor!”
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