Pass the pasta

Pass the pasta Farfalle, farfalline, macaroni, rigatoni, lasagne, fettuccine, lumache, linguine. Spaghetti, spaghettini, tortelli, tortellini, capelli, capellini, ravioli, rotini. Manicotti, tortelloni, a-load-of-old-poni, vermicelli, bucatini, tasti-the-same-to-me.

A brief coffee

A brief coffee An enterprising chorister was keen to be a barrister but lack of true cognition swiftly stifled her ambition, so, after talks with sister, she became a top barista.

Wet play

Wet play A General Practitioner, fresh qualified, Took his girl for a trip to the riverside. Doing things they didn’t oughta, Both fell in the water, The Doc, on a duck, most undignified.

The rest

The rest For the rest of my life, I shall…rest. The clue’s in the phrase, I suspect. I am done with the worry and stress. This old body deserves some respect.

Choosing a poetry book

Choosing a poetry book This even sounds pretentious but, I’ve heard her name before. She uses lots of long words, yes, I thought so, Radio Four. I like the look of this, though inside the profane language is enough to put me off my cheese and pickle sandwich. There’s stunning imagery in this, his book’s in with a shout, let’s be really honest though,…

The Tussle

The Tussle It’s Yorksher curries v Lancashire pies, A steely fought fight for an annual prize. A modern day version of War of the Roses In which winner stands tall and proudly proposes Undisputedly, claims to their bragging rights And the chance to sleep sound in their beds at night, Whilst the losers sob into their beer And dream of successes next year. What…

I can!

I can! Decades ago, a casual friend and his beautiful wife had an explosive argument. In a heady mixture of lager fueled passion and crass stupidity he threw himself through his bedroom window, landing fifteen feet below in a shower of broken glass. Luckily for him, he learned to live with his disability and settled fairly contentedly into life in a wheelchair. I could…

Girl talk

Girl talkMy girl talks baloney,which is okay, if onlyshe’d pause now and then for a breath.She has me in stitches,like one of the witches,the bad tempered one in Macbeth.

King Cnut

King Cnut Old King Cnut was a well handsome brute, his dyslexia seemed such a shame. His royal entourage lost their decolletage, whenever the man signed his name.


Collecting She collected lovers in a similar way that others gathered ornamental cats, Lalique glassware, table mats, snuff boxes, candelabra, oil paintings of french harbours, thimbles, needles, pins, old tools for making things. Long-dead silver watches, samplers and swatches, diamonds, set in rings, in fact, any little thing. No requirement to walk or even merely talk, prepared for undercover, then you could be her…