Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.
A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.
Speaking for myself, I concur.
I who infrequently err.
Love is where you find it wherever that may be.
An old pop song or a cup of tea.
Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?
The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.
I made mistakes in my time.
Who is without crime?
Everything should rhyme.
I do be and I does be talking rot.
That’s not all I’ve got.
Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.
I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?
Have it your way.
Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.
If you have a bad child do you smack it?
4th December, 2017