Edward Lear

….was nowhere near ….Scan 87

…then Pete Gutteridge came thru the door in a far from coherent state… he’d not been able to sleep last night after dental surgery and needed herding towards my door (exit) and his bed (entry)….

…completely stuffed my train of thought…

…now I’m peeing green.

….(this doesnt even make a weak attempt at rhyme or rhythm)….

…(apologies to Edward Lear and poets everywhere)

If You Had To Make A List

…and you had had a broken wrist…

…that after patient waiting…

…had been released from plaster….

…but still needed casual  strapping…

…to circumvent disaster…
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…where oh where would you write that list for easy access whilst in the super market….

 

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…yep..

…my good friend Dee now puts the brace on before she writes the list….

(I don’t think  anyone need comment that I’m never allowed to do rhyming posts ever again)