Advice
for mice.
If Lanius excubitor
(the Great Grey Shrike)
should happen to impale you on
a big sharp spike,
it’s really nothing personal:
it just intends to rip
some chunks of flesh from off your bones
and needs a better grip.
They call the shrike the butcher bird
and butchery is harder
if you do it without any knives
and a thornbush for a larder.
… and Paul Scholes scores. It’s just like the old days.
Really, though, I know we’re all supposed to get terribly excited by the prospect of all-English semifinals and finals, but I don’t watch the Champion’s League for the chance to see Chelsea play Liverpool at Stamford Bridge. I watch to see games like today’s: English teams playing against glamorous foreign opposition, with players like Messi, Eto’o and Deco that have amazing reputations but who I’ve rarely seen play.
Honey, of course, is made by bees
but some may not have heard
about the hives of Cornish wasps
that make the lemon curd.
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a bit late, but at least I’m back to only one behind schedule.