Silly Poem – Boxing Day Finale

  Inspired by the thrill of seeing out Boxing Day with the weather forecast, followed up by Phillip Schofield doing strange things with a goat.   Gloomy, misty and murky out there.   But, if I stay in, any spin can win the free delivery of someone like you. Someone like you on a £299Continue reading “Silly Poem – Boxing Day Finale”

A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions

If eyes are hidden behind curtain of overgrown fringe, are they really there? If spots are hidden behind sheets of yellow-brown foundation, do they really exist? Or have the eyes, and the spots, departed from this world and entered another? Do they dance the tango together, in an alternative existence, in celebration of their dottyContinue reading “A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions”