A funny thing happened on the way to the wordprocessor (AFTHOTWTTWP)

Poetry is dinky little thing. There’s me worrying about hammering out 1500 words a day in an attempt at getting the next Hipposync archive written, whereas poems need just a few dozen– if that. I mean how hard can it be? So I thought I’d give it a go in an attempt at encapsulating my reflections on life. Take this morning for instance;

Didn’t put the car away,

Exposed it overnight,

A hundred summer swallows,

Re-painted it with **ite.

One swallow does not make a summer, but I’d love to see what the...