I need to go and practice for two gigs at the weekend so leave you with this quick poem (one of them is outdoors so we need good weather) -

I NEED A SUNNY SUNDAY

Disappointed at the five day weather forecast
And Sunday needing sun for the gig to go right
I rediscovered my butterfly net
And found an unsuspecting cabbage white.

I booked him BA first class to Chile
"Create the right sort of chaos" was my wish.
If we have a hurricane on Sunday
It won't be the fault of Michael Fish



I'm afraid my interest with poetry probably died with Yeats so that will be the last of them. Drivel anyway.