We have all suffered, she said
I won’t do that I again, but I did
Of course I don’t imagine
That they would have
Is there a tipping point
The first anorak, or cagoule
The first Harris Tweed
The time to stop playing pool
As a one time mathematician
Could I draw a graph
Take out the photo album
To see when I no longer laugh
Yet this place is all about those
Little spots, of a polite sign
The mushroom soup is off, no bother
A small laugh, Broccoli and Stilton’s fine
