My dear old Grandmother used to tell me, ‘if you don’t have
anything to say, then don’t say anything’. And she was right.
I plough on regardless...
Entirely devoid of blog post ideas, I have decided to
inflict my poetry on you. It’s okay, I know it's terrible, please don't feel you have to say anything nice.
I am to poetry what William McGonagall is to...poetry, apparently. I had never heard of him. I just Googled 'Bad Poets'.
I can only dream of his level of success.
I actually used to think I was quite good at poems. I am not sure why. And then I saw the masterpieces that Haze, my Bestie at school, used to produce at a moment's notice (and probably still does when the need arises).
