Swimming

Swimming today, getting some exercise, Feeling smug, how could it be otherwise? Dress in my costume, put on my clothes, Pack a bag including swimming shoes. Swimming shoes what an odd idea, To help me swim better, oh no my dear, The poolside is wet,  slippery like a rink, Likely to fall on my arse,… Continue reading Swimming

The kind that all the songs and prophets preach.

That ideal relationship, just out of reach,  The kind that all the songs and prophets preach, Have I just got scales in my eyes? Stopped seeing the best, the love in the guy, Has it just got layered in dust, Melded down with layers of rust, I assume that I know all there is to… Continue reading The kind that all the songs and prophets preach.