72 Miles From The Sea

Thursday, 26 January 2023

I have always believed

That it’s quite absurd

That “abbreviation”

Is such a long word

I think that the people who say they

Love the smell of books are jerks

Because it’s perfectly clear they

Don’t know how reading books works

When you’ve finished your dinner

A fortune cookie would suit yer

But if there is no fortune in it

That means you don’t have a future

The inventor of the Allen key

Made nothing off it

Despite the fact that

It certainly turned a profit

If a pair is a twosome

And a trio is a threesome

A quartet, a foursome

Then solo is a handsome

I visit my grandad regularly

Even though he’s a little daft

He has the windows open when

He makes me play draughts

Apparently, a good compost heap should

Get hot enough to poach an egg on it,

But not so hot it would cook a lobster

Well poached or not I am not eating it