72 Miles From The Sea

Tuesday, 20 June 2023

I spend half an hour searching

for my glasses beside the bed

Only to discover find that they

were on the top of my head

I just had a senior moment

When I mentioned to my friend Betty

That when I got the chance

I needed to phone my friend Betty

Tahoma and Calibri walked into a bar

And were told, “you will have to leave I fear

But please don’t take it personally

It’s just that we don't serve your type in here”

I think I may be past my best

Because I popped out to get milk

And return home two hours later

With a tin of paint and no milk

One foot of snow fell

In the town of Lexington

So, when he went outside

He only wore one Wellington

It was pitiful to see the calibre

Of the new fast-tracked inspector

I would say he was about as much use

As rubber lips on a woodpecker

It is perfectly clear to most of us

That atoms are the most conniving

Deceitful and untrustworthy

Because they make up everything