I have a nodding acquaintance with a bore.
He makes me snore.
A bore tells you all about snails.
True and false tales.
While I’m on the subject I hate ideology.
And other codology.
Nationalism and communism give me the creeps.
In practice deadly, the company of their advocates faciltates deep sleeps.
Have I mentioned fascism, why not?
If I say anything against it I might get shot.
Of late I’ve been writing four line poems but I can’t say it in four lines all the time.
Alright, a snail leaves slime.
Friday, 11th October, 2019