where art collides

some crumpet

Today I bought some crumpet, rhymes with trumpet
I like a bit of crumpet, me
Almost too hot to hold and dripping with butter
To be eaten quickly so you can move on to the next one.

Today I bought two packets of porridge, 39 pence each
I’m not a porridge lover, me
Stifflingly tasteless, whatever you add to give flavour
To be eaten by others whilst you have something else.

Today I bought some bog roll, luxury, pack of nine
Bog roll is something I find essential, me
Unless you have one of those posh Japanese loos
That clean you up afterwards, which we don’t.

Today I bought some smoked salmon, it wasn’t on the list
More than she bargained for, Anne
But that’s what you get when I go to the shops,
Spot a “bargain” and assume that someone will eat it.

We did:)

noise thunders

The rain dances overhead as daylight moves out of sight to the West. Noise thunders. Dead leaves litter the garden. Wind rocks the branches of trees. I am inside, warm and glad.

the poetry of the hotel room

wanted. poet to write about hotel rooms. only geniuses need apply. this one is mostly right angled.

the right angled hotel room

square with rectangular bits. bolt ons. that’s the nuts and bolts of it.

the bed is still unmade

I went out leaving what I thought was a “make up my room” sign hanging off the door. Later I realised that it actually said do not disturb. Not sure if that’s it for the day now…

Funny how at home  I’ll happily just chuck the duvet in the general direction of the bed and call it “made” whereas in the hotel I need it to be done properly. What if I have guests?