A rhyming recollection, in retrospection, and observations, over many years of fun.
Pick any poem and have a look
It's good, I'm biased though
Because I wrote the book
SNOW PLOuGH DRIVERS
How does the snow plough driver get to work if it snowed in the night?
WASHING THE DISHES
Why, when washing the dishes and feeling in the bowl with both hands,when you tip the water out there is always a teaspoon left in there.
I CANNOT IMAGINE
What it must be like
Looking at a computer screen
until you retire at fifty three
having learnt all the latest technology
never noticed the seasons change
a treat that nature does arrange
the only green to red you have observed
is the traffic lights you have incurred
when racing from A to B
talking to people who have
demanded that you must see
in case you miss an opportunity
academically sound
in all aspects of living
no good at giving or forgiving
in the university of life