In the finest tradition of “be careful what you wish for”, last week, I stupidly suggested this weeks theme. Now, most of you playing along at home would have assumed that if I was going to open my mouth that I would have had a Baldrickian “cunning plan” up my sleeve, a poem written, a masterpiece that fitted the topic so good that they would be nominating me for the Prime Minister’s Literary Awards.
Alas you would be wrong.
About 2 seconds after JVG said yes ( really who expected him to agree – he never does that) I realised that I was up that proverbial creek and by Wednesday I was having better luck coming up sick note excuse than an idea for a poem. And by Friday well let’s just agree that panic and a not to shabby bottle of red can make up for a lack of time.
Next week I will go back to protesting about the topic rather than being cause of it. So much simpler.
Ed Bates provided the music backing and sound effects. Thatch provided the audio production, have a listen to how it went below…
To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below: