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Wednesday, 14 May 2025

Have I ever been so sociable

Have I ever been so sociable

Agreeing to everything

The salesman suggests


Could I have quibbled

Tried harder

For more of a bargain


Will I forgive myself

In the fulness of time

I didn’t even go for a test drive


The sky is white and grey

Embellished by the remnants

Of a giant smoke ring


Which says quite a bit

About my day

What with all this stillness



Tuesday, 13 May 2025

We don’t sell date slice

We don’t sell date slice

I was in no position to argue


Yes you can have a muesli slice

How could I complain


But what about the coffee

Yes it is Americano


And the red brick church

Was it built by the founding fathers


You may have to go to the bookshop

To find the answer to that one


You mean the place which no longer has a café

But I have already been there


Best find yourself a bench then

There’s one at the cross roads


What about Cornish pasties

I thought I saw one in the window


I’m afraid they’re beef my love

And baked right here in Lincolnshire


Should I go back I wonder

To complement her

On the confectionery or the conversation



Monday, 12 May 2025

There is a history

There is a history

Which you too may be able to recollect

Of the things done in this life


Less is known, or so we presume

Of those challenges or events for which

You were turned down or chose not to attend


Yet for certain we know that on the great canvas

Your part has been infinitesimally small

Even by those most generous of observers


Of course you may say what if

If you had been successful at grammar school

If you had gone to Christ's College Cambridge


Or perhaps you would have preferred

To make it as a professional footballer

Playing for Sheffield Wednesday


That said, what about today

Eating flapjack, drinking coffee, on a bench

In Lincolnshire’s elegant straight through town



Sunday, 11 May 2025

The words say

The words say

That Mary

Is a published poet


And I wonder

What does that mean

How did that make her feel


I am close

To the main road now

Should I join this group


Elbow sing

Of feeding the fire

Is that what we do



Saturday, 10 May 2025

The Scotsman talks

The Scotsman talks

Of the year they went

To the Royal Opera House

To see My fair lady


They chink their glasses

Of chilled white wine

As if to say cheers

Or something even more celebratory


My tea is now stewed

The earlier freshness

Has declined considerably

Probably due to listening in to other folk’s stories