It’s just a Saturday ritual my dear; So have no fear And let’s be clear, I’m not gallivanting, I’ve no bird in tow, Think of it more Like I’m off to a show; I’ll be back before you know. And yes the pub is also part Of the ritual we must trek, But please take […]
Dream Football Dream football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 24th April 2015 Precision […]
No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz’d to hear Jesting, deep in forest drear. From “Robin Hood” by John Keats (1795-1821) . . […]
