There was a young golfer from Troon
Who wanted to play on the moon
To his horror he found
When he started his round
That he kept hooking his drives.
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I was kind of tired yesterday. So this is late and silly.
There was a young golfer from Troon
Who wanted to play on the moon
To his horror he found
When he started his round
That he kept hooking his drives.
~~~~~
I was kind of tired yesterday. So this is late and silly.
The blackbird on the rooftop sings
ancient songs of sex and death.
The woman in the garden thinks
the blackbird on the rooftop sings
a a joyful welcome to the Spring.
But with each lascivious breath
the blackbird on the rooftop sings
ancient songs of sex and death.
Half-deaf in a silent street,
bereft of bass;
as he inhales, his cigarette
lights up his face.
A fox slips through a broken fence
and hurries on.
Two tramps in an empty warehouse
roast a stolen swan.
A man peers past his sleeping wife
to check the time.
Snails cross-hatch a patio
in trails of slime.
Just a heads-up for anyone who’s interested: the First Annual Blogger Bioblitz, ‘where bloggers from across the country will choose a wild or not-so-wild area and find how many of each different species – plant, animal, fungi and anything in between – live in a certain area within a certain time’ will be run from April 21-29.
You can read the annnouncement here, and they’ve set up a discussion group on Google Groups here.
I’m thinking of participating but some kind of weird bug in Google Groups means I haven’t registered yet. I’m going to be in Crete at the time, and I’ll be taking a bird guide (obviously!) as well as a guide to the wild flowers of Crete, but I won’t be able to do any insects or fungi or anything. I’m a little intimidated by the expertise of most of the people taking part, but on the basis that it’s an exercise in mass-participation rather than a rigorous scientific study, I thought I’d do what I could.