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The Poet Sat In His Study

The poet sat in his study.
His thoughts where dark and muddy.
The poet’s dog walked in,
With a wag and a grin.
And paws all wet and muddy!

Smorgasbord Invitation to an end of Summer House Party – Saturday 26th to Monday 28th August

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

In a few weeks we shall be coming to the end of the summer holidays and I thought that as I am also approaching my fourth blogging anniversary, it was time to have a party.

I have already begun to prepare my guest list with those wonderful writers who have supported me throughout those four years. They will be appearing automatically with their details and links over the three days.

However, as with any good party there is also an opportunity to mi...

There Was A Young Man Named Guy

There was a young man named Guy
Who was extremely fond of pie.
One sorrowful day
He passed away,
Which made the baker cry!

Dining Out

In this kind of venue
The menu
Has many dishes.
Dainty fishes
To be caught
And bought
By the naive or jaded,
As the waitresses are paraded
Through the gloom
Of the dining room.

“This dish I shall try”,
(Says the man of the world to his friend).
“In the end
Only a fool can deny
That money can buy
A smile From any fish’s eye.
Yet all dishes are the same
And the taste of distain
Is bitter in the throat
Of the man who gambles groat after groat”.

—

The groat is the traditional name of a long-defun...

“My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is available, in braille from RNIB

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I have today received notification that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” has been added to the Royal National Institute of Blind People (rnib’s) catalogue.

The book is available (for sale or loan).

To order please email library@rnib.org.uk, or call RNIB on 0303 123 9999 (quoting order number 25870603.

Alternatively please visit the library’s catalogue, and enter the search term, “my old clock I wind and other poems”, hit search and my book should be displayed.

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Its Cold Outside

Its cold outside.
Angels and devils will decide
(should I fail to wake),
Who will my soul take.

I am exploring having “My Old Clock” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange

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I am exploring having my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange (ACX).

ACX allows authors to record their own work and upload to various audio book channels to facilitate it’s sale.

Alternatively authors may advertise for the services of suitable readers using ACX. I have gone down the latter route.

My pitch for a reader to narrate “My Old Clock I Wind” can be found here, https://www.acx.com/titleview/A3EGFIZRP3GE9R.

“My Old Clock” is currentl...

There Was A Young Man From Kent

There was a young man from Kent
Who hired an extremely large tent.
The wind blew strong
And before long
That tent was blown to Ghent!

There Was A Young Man Named Mole

There was a young man named Mole
Who had a dark night of the soul.
He grew ever more depressed.
His friends all stressed,
That he should stop digging a hole …!

There Was A Young Lady Called Gale

There was a young lady called Gale
Who drank 10 pints of ale.
When the barman asked “are you okay?”
She replied “tomorrow I will pay,
Without fail, for all of this ale …”!