Mornings, I’m equipped for a sojourn to the brook,
With fold-up seat and a jolly good book.
But ‘fore I leave the inside,
Ready for the outside,
Is my hat and my bag and my brolly on a hook.
Madly rehearsing Sarabande for the Batemans Bay Writers Festival where we (Paul Baker and Sarah Leaver and me), will be plying live Muzak for the cognoscenti. I know it's a big word, but it is late at night here and I have had a nice glass of Pinot Gris.
Thanks you Tess for encouraging we scribblers to aspire to higher things. .
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Enjoy your tintinnabulations.
ReplyDeleteAntidisestablishmentarianism. So there!
DeleteBTW, MS spell check did not like that one bit.
very fun little limerick ditty.....have fun with your music and have a sip of Pinot Grigio for me!
DeleteI have no idea what you are talking about hahahaha have fun!
ReplyDeleteYour poetry brought with it vivid images of my sweet great grandmother ~~ an insatiable reader! Cheers. XX
ReplyDeleteYou lime a good old rick, Stafford..! You lucky dog rehearsing for Sarabande! Future festival recordings for those of us who can't even pronounce coggysenti-thingy...?
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