Grimbeau

Poor night: flatulence

(cauliflower cheese, chicken

tikka masala,

two reds, wounded foot),

it’s that time of year,

house of gloom & despond.

Back in the saddle

of flim flam,

whim wham,

zin zan.

Change mood from sad to glad.

Grab some remedial rest,

pen a few missive,

No Danny, no cry.

Dreams came fast and curious,

contrary moods & settings,

instantly forgotten

due broken foot.

Tread carefully, Doorstopper.

Wet no rain no wet.

Lights out still in Lancaster

and its myrmidons.

Shite Christmas is guaranteed.

Nothing new there then.