This is a little ditty I penned the other day after bringing in the washing. I think it would be great accompanied by the ukulele or banjo; imagine a modern-day George Formby vibe. Perhaps a dove crapped down as it winged by? Or could an owl have pissed from way up high? Might a crow…
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Ice winds freeze brave DC’s air On a chill January morning As the world watches and waits for Oaths of office to be sworn in, When a slight young woman, Wrapped tight in yellow and red, Steps on up to the mic About to thrill global millions With the words that she read. Those words,…
A Rubbish Poem #13
Where are you? You’ve not been, You haven’t yet come around to call. When you don’t drop by to visit Is it really Tuesday after all? Where are you? It’s gone 9. I’ve been peering down the street For a cheering glimpse of Hi-Viz And listening out for booted feet. Where are you? Is The…
“Is That What You Meant To Do?”
**In January 2017 I entered a competition in “Writing Magazine” to write a piece that began with the line, “Is that what you meant to do?” I discovered in July that I didn’t win or get placed but winning wasn’t really on my agenda when I wrote it – just as well! – and I simply enjoyed the challenge…
Gavin Dimmock. Writer. 