Grate Expectations Will Only Lead to Tares

Wot with being educated in sarf London, one left skool not well-endowed on the grammar front. Upon realisation of how the wrong 2 can leave a whole sentence in complete error—‘knackered’ as they say where I come from—I recoiled in utmost terror.

With great Gusto, I tried to get much better. Gusto—guess what—did really great, while I just mediocre. Correct me if wrong, I’ll be glad. But a two-way street it’s apparently not, as discovered to my bad.

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Cats in the Cradle

More cat protest poetry. Though it’s futile, they never listen – no matter how many times I read it over and over to them in the hope some of it will get through.

But imagine if it did – what then? What if through the power of poetry I could get them to change some of their more unfavourable habits and going-ons?

I’d be in the highest demand, hailed poet laurecat!

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