“The poetry of earth is never dead.” A man (who now lies beneath it) said. I believe he was talking of nature’s song; An eclectic symphony that can’t go wrong. And yet still, he spoke of England. Our favourite subject is the weather; It’s a breeze that flows light as a feather. Only sometimes it … Continue reading
’Twas the week before Summer, and under the desk Hid an overworked teacher; her hair in a mess. She clutched her green pens and looked on weary-eyed: “Only eighty-three papers to go”, she sighed. Surrounded by paperwork she slowly drowned, But suddenly there was a nightmarish sound! From her skin she did jump, BANG! the … Continue reading
Tricky Pancakes 