Water, Water everywhere…
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.
Grimbeau 