Baz’s poem

Baz has been on the dog again, it’s not crane hooks this time, it’s poetry. Seems he’s been watching one too many shows on BBC 4 and Sky Arts and is seeking ‘a new direction to voyage his inner self, a voyage to enlightenment and fame’.

Blimey, that’s all very well but as the following ditty is one his ‘serious’ attempts at enlightened prose I can only see a very chaotic passage to obscurity and disappointment.

 Burpy bottom,

chutney made,

a warm afternoon,

time for gin and lemonade.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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