I have to confess that I do get depressed
at being unpopular when I venture
beyond my usual neighbourhood.
It's clear that I do have to work to eat
but I'm very far from being obsessed
with only pursuing my livelihood.
Sometimes I just like to get away
and surely don't deserve the censure
I get from the strangers I encounter.
I can quite see the problem of being famous
when every outing involves the hazard
of being mobbed by total strangers
as in my case by gulls and jackdaws -
it's no easy life, being a buzzard.

I have a long filler funnel for my car.
One day my explorer youngest grandson.
found it while rummaging in the yard,
and confronted me with it  like a gun.
At the age of two !

I think it's sick to make celebrities

out of convicted murderers.

What must the loved ones of victims feel

about their use as entertainment?

What sort of viewers want to wade

in a sewer of private perversion

and what sort of TV executives

disgustingly pander to them?

How paint an English summer sunset ?

Not a boring monochrome disc

but clear sky blue for a baby boy

and grey clouds fringed with little girl pink.

Then an explosion of lucent orange

flaring to flaming furnace red.

When will some drivers ever learn

signalling's meant to show

not what they're actually doing now

but where they INTEND to go.

Anybody young who wants to be a politician
should be barred from politics as a national threat.

I do my bit for evolution

by killing flies within my reaches

so that those that aren't so stupid

propagate the species.