Monday, 25 May 2015

Channeling Grandma.


















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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6 comments:

  1. Catalyst26 May 2015 at 1:56 am

    Enjoy your tintinnabulations.

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    1. Stafford Ray26 May 2015 at 9:14 am

      Antidisestablishmentarianism. So there!
      BTW, MS spell check did not like that one bit.

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    2. Kathe W.27 May 2015 at 11:57 am

      very fun little limerick ditty.....have fun with your music and have a sip of Pinot Grigio for me!

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  2. Anonymous26 May 2015 at 2:04 pm

    I have no idea what you are talking about hahahaha have fun!

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  3. Helen29 May 2015 at 11:31 pm

    Your poetry brought with it vivid images of my sweet great grandmother ~~ an insatiable reader! Cheers. XX

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  4. Helena5 June 2015 at 6:36 am

    You 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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