It is now eleven thirty late at night,
And I’ve spent the whole day rushing out of sight,
Having only just got back,
All ability I lack
For trying any sort of rhyme to write.
First a bank, and lots of shopping – such a bore!
Then a Garden Judges’ meeting was the chore;
After that took cousin to
An informal little do –
There was yakking, on which I will say no more.
So I simply cannot poetise today;
And your kind indulgence thereunto I pray,
For, not only did I dine,
But I glugged a lot of wine;
Therefore this will be my little lot, today!
© Colonialist April 2013 (WordPress)
Actually, the visitor is a shee shee!
Urine error there – fairly large, actually!
Well, even inebriates, you are a much better rhymer than I could ever be 😉
Maybe you should try it in that state – it might go easier? 🙂
The drinking wine I can understand, but garden judges meeting in the rain I do not. Did you go undercover?
It was a tea for participants in the Garden Day, and was NOT outside! 🙂