A life in three verses

The urge to partake in a leisurely walk, Through streets of a market town up in the north. Prepare for the deluge of frivolous talk, With inane complaining, my rage is called forth. If life was a shower scene, Director: Hitchcock, Some bodies ‘neith patios the police would unearth. To close down this drivel, IContinue reading “A life in three verses”