Soutie’s scientific treatise on the universe has driven me to introspective distraction, allowing waves of cosmic energy to stimulate my creative juices (n’ aw that) and producing this:
The lady’s not for burning. ‘Heck!
Witch lady?’ you might think.
The Captain’s wife of course, you fool!
So chuck her in the drink.
A logo’s meant for kerning. ‘Heck!
Is that to do with sweaters?’
Creative minds spend hours and hours
On spaces ‘tween the letters.
The Russians were for spurning Lech
Walesa, Poland’s hero.
He played them at their lethal game:
Lech 10 – The Russians zero!
The Gen’ral stood before Quebec,
His orders came from Pitt:
‘Go get them Frogs, young James,’ he said,
And prove that you’re a Brit.’
PS You never know, the Muse’s mirror might cast more weird images this way before 29th February.