Out at sea, the windmills are turning,
The bug-eyed greenie twits are gurning
Oh what a dreadful waste of space
Those windmills are, in that place
Continue reading “A jaundiced view of the sea. April Pome Comp.”
Month: April 2015
April Pome Competition
Thank you Christopher for this entirely unexpected honour.
I would like to thank so many people for making this possible, including my parents, my grandparents and my long term partner, my laptop. Of course I must include his parents, especially his father, Charles Babbage (even though the DNA tests have proved rather inconclusive so far) but without whom none of this would have been possible.
So to a new lyrical challenge.
Because I live by it, worked on it and look at it every day it is,
“The Sea”
Could be anything in it, on it or around it. Anything that floats in it or anything that doesn’t. Could also include any plaice near it, so cast your doubts aside one and all and have a go, just for the halibut.
As required by any one of innumerable EU regulations entries are best before 01/05/2015.
London Calling — Poetry Competition Results.
I arrived in good order today in London. As promised, I will now announce the results of the poetry competition. Thank you Janus, Araminta, James and FEEG for your contributions. But, there can only be one victor. After much thought, I will take the role of Queen Gertrude and hand the chalice to our own Hamlet, JHLeck.
Easter was cancelled
Been somewhat harrowing round here of late. We finally decided to move into town to our little house. Five acres is just becoming too much to cope with.
Having put it on the market, one more time, we took one look and realised quite how much housekeeping we haven’t done of late! Heaps of crap everywhere. It took spousal unit 10 days to clear the office, to one’s horror, no filing had been done since 2009, oops!
Enough is enough
Dear Bearsy,
I realise that you Aussies want your revenge on the UK for sending all those convicts there. But last night on the leaders’ non-debate, I discovered your follow-up to Patsy Hewitt. As soon as I heard the voice of Natalie Bennet, I rushed into the kitchen to wash dishes. Please stop sending these women to us. Haven’t we suffered enough? And most of the convicts made good, but the same can’t be said for Hewitt or Greer or Bennet.
Yours tearfully,
Sheona.
Boadicea's Chariot 