I can’t read fiction any more
And that’s a fact. Don’t ask me why.
God only knows, old fruit.If a poem doesn’t rhyme, forget it.
I certainly have. Today’s lunch
Was a damned good salmon en croute,And tomorrow more tests, more tests
To hear my ticker count its beats
Like Tennyson. So put in the bootWith the old one two.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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