A letter addressed
with ‘to whom it may concern’
is wasted on me.
by Scooj
A letter addressed
with ‘to whom it may concern’
is wasted on me.
by Scooj
.
Here we are again
Sunday routine of pancakes
then off to netball.
.
by Scooj
Forever outside
discovering worlds under
every upturned stone.
by Scooj
Humpty Dumpty good
old egg, fell off the wall and
broke his leg…dear chap.
by Scooj
I’m not good at change;
institutionalised and
too set in my ways.
by Scooj
The journey begins,
braced for a white-knuckle ride
we’re all wing-walkers
by Scooj
Now I’m motoring
got the bit between my teeth
nothing can stop me.
by Scooj
A long time ago
the Bracklesham deposits
were laid down to rest.
by Scooj
Irrepressible
good mood on a Monday morn’
I should bottle it!
by Scooj
.
Uncomplaining they,
while I watch them play netball
in the pouring rain.
.
by Scooj