'Today' is the operative word there.
It's been quiet at work for the past two weeks, and I choose today, Friday, the only busy day for ages, to get inspired. Meh, that's life.
FIRST POEM ABOUT CLOUDS
"And stay up there"
When I look
Into the air
I think 'so many
Clouds up there!
'If I rolled
Them into one,
They must weigh
TEN FREAKING TONNES!'
It's jolly nice
They don't all fall
All for one,
Or one for all.'
It's not so bad,
A little rain.
But all at once?
Now that's a pain!
SECOND POEM ABOUT CLOUDS
"An Irish groundsman foreesees his death, or rather, he doesn't"
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere below the clouds above.
(I'll say more at a later date.)
(Although, of course, you never know
Perhaps I'll cark it on a plane,
Somewhere above the clouds below!)
6 comments:
Test.
I don't know how I did it - indeed, I suspect I didn't do it - but this blog post currently has two comment links, folks!
Make use of it while you can! I suggest leaving unqualified praise in the first commenting field, and insults and vitriol in the second.
Hey, that's pretty cool.
Mystery solved - it's an untitled blog post I accidentally created.
I'll leave it there as a memorial of the time that was. Or sumfing.
Unsolved mysteries are so much nicer.
Well, there's always the illusion. I guess I figured that if anyone was to get vindictive pleasure out of showing what a clumsy fool I'd been,
that someone might as well be me.
I think I'll keep it there as a defacto comments box for this blog post anyway.
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