As always, I'm on the road again. And my iPad is dying. So I shan't even try to come up with an illo for this post.
Over on Facebook, the other day, my friend Mario posted a picture of a nudibranch and the first several comments scanned, so I tied them together into a piece of doggerel.
"Marianne should collect your poetry," Mario wrote.
"There's an idea," Marianne responded.
"No, there isn't," I typed sternly.
So, as a preemptive move, I am publishing here the complete contents of my poetic oeuvre. To whit:
Why should I buy comparative
And thus pay twice the price,
When the simple and declarative
Quite amply will suffice?
I will not buy a porringer
When all I need's a porring.
Now will I spring for oranger
When all I need's an orange.
That's my contribution to world poesy: a rhyme for orange. A small accomplisment, but mine own.
And so I retired from the lists undefeated.