Category Archives: Self compositions

Surely tis the Spring

cranes perform the dance of love

no words are needed

Before he can read

the young man knows right from wrong

words can be weapons

This story which I shall now relate

of an abbey on an island in a lake

and the tale of a generous potentate

who’s dead wife in the church was laid

so bequeathed to the abbey her silver plate

a gift much welcomed by the old prelate

that was put in the charge of an initiate

but he with the silver did absquatulate

hoping that by night he could escape

then mindful if captured of his likely fate

he left the treasure at the gates

As I sit upon the harbour side

from this picture it would appear

that though I’m eager to imbibe

and I have a bottle of beer

the main problem is clear to see

a bottle opener is what I need

Look ye here and understand the folly of mortal men, for as once proud rulers of this land they built great castles out of sand but all these bold defenders died as they were engulfed by the incoming tide and though great boulders on their towers were placed no more remains of this Lilliputian race.

Caravan holidays are not all relaxing in the fresh air and sipping cocktails in the sun

Curious Watson

a case to solve but I’m stumped

elementary