" village poet

Sunday, September 29, 2002

It is a little difficult to concentrate on other things! I feel a bit like that poem of RS's.......

You ask why I don't write.
But what is there to say?

And you can see the state we are all in!




And in my fevered dreams I dress up in masterly disguise and visit Madam Doctor**** as she sleeps. Oh I don't think I ever said that the the Doctor was a woman did I? With one of those nasty quiffed hairdos so favoured by Thai 'miladies' and dripping gold-probably weighed down her wrist so much that is why she could not weild her dilator properly. There there enough spite!