The other evening, after a day of torrential rain, I was treated to the sight of dozens of Swallows, swooping for their supper over my house. It made me a little sad to think they’ll be leaving soon, and that the seasons are beginning to change, so this poem may sound just a little wistful… Here’s “Goodbye, Swallows”.
I ran a poll to see what modern slang phrases annoyed people the most – and made them…
I rang up a telephone psychic To ask if my lover was true – And after a bit…
I’m writing this last sad epistleTo the lonely sound of a Swanee Whistle…As a boat, propelled by musical…
This morning, a positive cloud of little baby Blue Tits are swarming around my feeder – but who…
Let them eat cake…
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