Every Tuesday I play for my pool team. However, for various reasons, I will often be rather early to matches, and find myself with an hour or two to kill. This past Tuesday, I decided to take a drink and find a nice peaceful spot by the river and canal to write some new rhymes. So I sat, and I doodled, and I sat some more and found myself at a complete loss… Which led to me noting down random thoughts and lines until this appeared. Enjoy!
Lost for WordsOh the irony of it all, A poet lost for words. So there’s nothing left to do, But sit here spotting birds. A wren or two are followed by, Several wood pigeons so fat. As the swans glide by I realise, A rhyme was written just like that.