Wed, 01 Nov 2023
| last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
poem feed (What is a feed?)
Good old head scratching fun,
Glaring long and hard at lines laid bare,
Yet cryptic to their author still,
At least they've custom colours though!
...a poor consolation from a head too scratched,
Aha I have it! ...wait no I don't,
And to and fro my mind does spark,
And the old head-scratching fun,
Seems stretched beyond its welcome.
no previous poems written on this day.