Saturday Ritual It’s just a Saturday ritual my dear;So have no fearAnd let’s be clear,I’m not gallivanting,I’ve no bird in tow,Think of it moreLike I’m off to a show;I’ll be back before you know. And yes the pub is also partOf the ritual we must trek,But please take heartAs I never really notice,The barmaids so […]
from “The Goals of Bingo Boot” by Allan Ahlberg . The fans in the stand went barmy City had won one-nil. The Devil stayed in his dugout Defeat was a bitter pill. Till God came along with an offer Quite genuine and real To forget their bet and agree instead On a little … transfer […]
Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]
