Verse about fixing motorbikes, becoming a vegetarian and liking clean hands.
It’s said buses always come in threes. If you’re stuck waiting for one without anything in sight or are maybe on one and not particularly enjoying the ambience, here’s three poems about them to help pass the time at least.
About that time a certain President came to visit.
About that way older people always seem when looking at them from a young perspective, then catching up a bit and realising the grotesque reality.
Should cats be banned? It’s a question being asked in New Zealand. In Australia one local council offered $10 for any ‘feral’ cat scalp residents bought in.
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
Inspired by a Twitter thread where someone said that an account open for eighteen months with only a handful of followers is a clear sign of a bot; for someone to reply that wasn’t true as it described them; only for the someone to come back and say that fact alone made them the least qualified to make the claim.
I don’t recall where such a fine example of ‘Twitter Logic’ was found. Too aghast to stop for mementos and screenshots, compelled to poetry instead!
The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.