You can surprise me,
Delight me,
Though you don’t go down in p’lite comp’ny.
Though sometimes
You embarrass me,
For children you are comedy.
Your tone can be
Declaratory,
No apology necess’ry
After dinner,
You remind me,
Of the flavours sweet and savoury.

My heart is a Comet (or a Jack Russell)
Burning cold in a vacuum (barking at passers-by)
Visible to the naked eye
Bent by gravity (or a need to mark territory)
It visits, orbits, sniffs planets and lamp posts.

The Rooster in my village.
Oh, what a din he made!
Oh, what a dinner he made!

Blearily, he considered breakfast.

Buddhism tells us that material possessions are only a burden and that happiness is found by renouncing material things. Yeah, right! EVERYbody knows they would rather be miserable on a yacht than in a ditch!
But today I discovered a case for the Buddhists. I’ve been sorting the junk room and I filled [...]

A pantoum by me, chivvied on by Rachael. [edit: I have taken out a couple of commas which may count as cheating, but they grated too much]

The hillside rolls quickly away
Where it meets the burbling brook
Where a water-rat closes the day
In a dry-rotted, knotted root-crook

Where it meets the burbling brook,
The sunlight, refracted, alights
In a dry-rotted, [...]

This is the tale of a very short story. We begin, as many stories do, with an introduction, which is not so much telling you the story, as telling you about the story. The particular story we are introducing right now was written by someone who had no experience of writing stories, but [...]