The return walk, hobbled together, From the speech therapist's advice, Should encourage me to avoid The Alma, And other such throat-burn delights..
"Simplify, then add lightness"*, a code we could all adopt, when bringing up our kids, now their innocence is lost..
The gun's stock, lifted, was long, Putting the cold trigger beyond; Still, he adjusted, feet, hands, gait; Finding the gun's balanced weight..
I sit still, tight-supped: Some-come-thoughts, double-cupped: Palm-charmed by insights' hands, whistled-to, out-of-beat bands..
Now? I have no need for sleep! I kid myself: struggling to reap Sunlight's low-wan humour; avoiding then, dark room suture..
The tearoom, time-marooned, in petal-chintz-fits: Present is passed over, on gloss-cloth prints..
1. Gents should always do up their ties. 2. We'll answer you back with our lineage lies. 3. Put down the poorly, along with the dog, 4. My birth is perfect, yours is not.
Seamus and Stefan, Britons braced to run, 10k for me, and Parkinson's: A lesson in Brexit's failed embrace: Brits are found in more than one race. https://www.justgiving.com/Seamus-and-Stefan