posted by Brit
A while back Passer By challenged me to write some verse about our broke bankers. Well, I had a go. Like everything else, it tries, it fails somewhat, you know. I've put it up here - take it or leave it. May it brighten up your Friday. Thankee.
A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
Brit, consider the Scottish Friday four megawatts brighter, now organize a midnight procession of city operatives chanting your poem, Gregorian style, and carrying a cross.
ReplyDeleteNice. i like the sudden 'How green.'
ReplyDeleteI like the old uncles counting themselves down.
ReplyDeleteHedge managers = pelf by stealth
They deserve whatever pruning they get, too.