I did one and a half hours on the violin this morning.
Peter probably yawns.
Now the hard work gives a warning,
Time to do the lawns.
How do I get away from this poetry thing?
I'd rather have a bee sting!
I have one good retort,
"Soon the grass will be short."
The double bass looked out the window
RispondiEliminaAnd was immediately aghast
The old musician was with another
Cavorting on the grass
As he fiddled and twiddled the other rumbled
I could do that it glowered
I may not cut grass or trim the edges
But can drone on for hours and hours.
Okay, okay, we're letting poems through again.
RispondiEliminaThere is no such thing as a life without pain.
Richard (of RBB)
How's that poetry ban working out for you?
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