old walking poems!

Having inflicted poems - okay, then, doggerel - on fb friends in the past, it's been suggested I go back over what I've put on fb and turn them into blog posts.

Cringe.

However, look at what I found from two years ago!

20^th March 2014

Poeb for the firsd day ob sprig

Spring is springing,
Birds are singing,
Trees are pinging pollen wide.
Blossom blooming,
Mis’ry looming,
Noseblows booming, walk red-eyed.
Sneezing, spluttering,
Hanky fluttering,
Swearwords uttering, home I rolled.
Walk forsaken,
Tablets taken,
Sense awakens – it’s a cold.