Our Pink Roses

Striving for freedom –
Blousy and bursting and bold –
Our pink roses.

10.06 On A Sunday Night

Netflix won’t let me in

Corona Virus pads the streets

No mass gatherings in this room tonight

Neighbours plan their shopping raids

Pupils pray for school closure

Teachers hope the same

I guess I’ll go to sleep.

Sixty Three Syllables Written In Praise Of Italian Breakfasts.

Uova Alla Napoletana
Never cold muesli with banana –
Rather an espresso heart-starter,
Then Pancetta Affumicata
With eggy sauce made with tomato
That’s the best breakfast at Mercato
Uova Alla Napoletana.

” Mercato” is a cafe/bar/Italian grocery in Campbelltown South Australia… a favourite Fox coffee and food venue.

(I penned this ditty several years ago – I don’t think I have published it before – if I have, here it is again)

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Monday

I waited for dawn
Here it is all fresh and new
Monday pink and grey.

Flâneur

Once I studied Science …
Once I studied Theology …
A bit of nursing, literature, philosophy …
Now I just study you …

Our House

Peace amidst clutter

Why tidy when you can love?

A very fine house.

Popparazzi Outside The Car Window

MY CURRANT AFFAIR

Yes we are an item

Eccles Cakes and me

We meet up at the bakery

And she pops around for tea.

I’ve seen lots of firm round buns

And I’ve looked at many a tart,

But none of them will do for me,

Because Eccles has my heart.

We meet down at the bakery

And I take her home for tea.

We’re certainly an item,

Sweet Eccles Cakes and me.

The Dog Walker

Ugly mongrel

Ill-bred, dirty, unkempt cur

But the dog is nice

On The Feast of Stephen (part 2)

(When the toast lay all around, deep and crisp and even)

The baby asleep

Thom cooking breakfast delights

Jazz floats in the air