As we head toward the season of love I can’t help thinking that it is just so bloody cold! I thought love was supposed to be warm and cuddley and soft.

Bah Humbug!

So I wrote a poem to warm me up:

Love like a feather floats down downy in my hair,

Passion silver created by timeless mists,

How envious you are of all nature flaunts,

You with your worn out coat and sandals,

Spring forth and shout Hurrah!

Rejoice you lonely child of the maypole bright,

Folly follows you like a one winged sparrow,

Flee the dung heap and look ne’er back… not ever,

I will follow your song to the end … you trollop!

OK so I got that off my chest at long last…till next time…