The reason my dad told to me, absolutely cannot be – there’s no sense and there’s no rhyme; so I set off truth to find …
I have decided that to write in standard poetry does seem quite trite and is a form of genteel snobbery. So, I’ll try to break this habit and just think in plainer prose; but ‘tis rather like a rabbit who must stop his twitching nose. Still …
One day the Kitchen decided to leave the house. Can you imagine – leave the house!?! …