Hobbo: There’s snow on the ground today pal.
Dauphy: Brilliant, can we go for a roll later?
Hobbo: Course we can, as soon as we’ve finished blogging.
Dauphy: I’ve written one for you. It’s temporary.
Hobbo: Don’t you mean contemporary?
Dauphy: I don’t know! You’re the one who claims to be a poet….
A tribute to Wordsworth You wander lonely as a cloud Steer clear of all the Covid crowd The sight of all those daffodils Uplifts your heart, discard those pills.