There was a Scotsman at EXPO Who was eating pasta and pesto But there was a wind Which lifted the kilt Of the cheeky Scotsman at EXPO In response […]
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain. –John Keats Like John Keats, I’ve been thinking about ceasing and expiring a […]
To reflect Is to dis connect The shadow From the substance In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab.
Ella is doing what she does best. You guessed it: sleep.