We sat becalmed on the cold ocean
I wished to see the
waters move
But they remained
mirror flat
Still as a silent
thought
Lost in the absent
echo
As we remained
motionless
Beneath a relentless
sun
We sat becalmed on the cold ocean
I wished to see the
waters move
But they remained
mirror flat
Still as a silent
thought
Lost in the absent
echo
As we remained
motionless
Beneath a relentless
sun
If people, make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than
they expect
And do it cheerfully
In the SKY Newsroom
Just ahead of the
action
The producer announces
“Lights Camera
Fiction”
My seatbelt wouldn’t fasten
I thought I had been
tricked
But couldn’t work out just
how
To do it up and then
it clicked
The are many
Types of Pasta
But a Spagelini
Is an impasta
"Broken chairs to mend"
"Broken chairs to
mend"
If I'd not gone to
Argos
With money to spend,
I never would cry
"Broken chairs to mend"
Are you wearing wellies?
Why where are we
going?
Will it be quite
muddy?
Or has it been snowing
They are not for
outdoors?
Then their use has
receded
So please just tell me
Why the wellies are
needed?
I still don’t
understand
If there is no outdoor
activity
Oh now the penny has
dropped
They’re for indoor
depravity