Once again, it’s National Poetry Day. Seems only a year since the last one. Back then, I wrote a poem about a finger infection. This year, the illness theme continues.
Burns Nights
On Sunday, was lazy What seemed to appeal Was making for dinner A microwave meal My stomach was rumbling As I shovelled it in I blame the carton |
On Tuesday I cooked Something filling and nice Chili con carne with Masses of rice Calamity struck I was using hot water Despite my applying |
Heh heh, I like that a lot 🙂
Will Mcgonagall I presume??
Excellent 😀
As this site refers to William McGonagall as
I shan’t take that as a compliment…