That Morning Sluggishness

There’s a slug in my shower

– sorry you’ll have to go

but however you  got there

I’ll just never know!


There’s a slug in my shower

-yes, you might well make haste

And, if that’s how you got there,

go on, back down that waste!


There’s a slug in my shower

-Yes, I know you’re quite small

But I just can’t be sharing…

That wouldn’t do at all!


There’s a slug in my shower

-yes… it’s raining outside

But you’d get just as wet here,

No use trying to hide!


There’s a slug in my shower

-what a card! Enjoy the ride.

I’ll drop you off real gently…

There now, you’re back outside.


There’s a no slug in MY shower

-for a moment  I felt sad

But then again…Hey buddy!

Can you find your OWN pad?hug me slugs

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For Christmas
My little girl
Not so little anymore.

On the Shelf

I enter the book shop and am surrounded with the presence of cherished and best-beloved clutter. Now de-cluttered and spaced out in harmonious surroundings. Laid out on the shelves like some respectful chapel of rest for those who will to come and pay their respects – as I do. Not abandoned yet ownerless. I think, when I am a presence in some biodegradable casket or lying mingled with the roots of some vibrant young whipper-snapper of a rose bush, I should feel comforted to know that my friends and companions who live upon the shelves, will find another home and a new viewpoint from someone who will love them as I do.
I feel at peace; when the time comes I will be leaving my books to the Oxfam bookshop.

Telling stories

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