Amidst a haze of luscious green
Is the leaf that turned.

Is it wondrous or obscene,
This leaf that now looks burned?

I truly believe this singular thing,
That beauty is found in imperfection.

For me, this beautiful leaf is king,
It demands study and re-inspection.

A splash of green or red or blue,
Azure, purple, orange too,
A dash of yellow, splash of lime,
A technicolour masterpiece quite sublime.
The sun brings to life these coloured panes,
Leaves the cloister floor garnished with rainbow stains.
Whatever happens, this I vow,
I will return to this special place somehow.

The picture is of the Nasir ul Mulk Mosque of Sheraz, Iran

There once was a girl from Macau,

Who decided to draw on a brow,

Nobody knows,

Quite why she chose those,

She thought they might suit her somehow?

Pea-Souper, it is such a wonderful,
phrase,
To describe a fog that somehow conveys,
A frisson of fear, of impending doom,
Of cold and damp, of Victorian gloom.
The air is chill and full of vapour,
You look at objects as if through tracing paper.
It’s like donning a thick, wooly winter glove,
The landscape feels like it’s slipped with a subtle shove,
It’s as if the world is at one remove,
And it’s silent and dead and needs to prove
That there is life underneath that gossamer smoke,
That objects will emerge from under that cloak.
That the sun needs to burst through the dulling haze,
And tarnish the world with a colourful glaze.

From here I can see the longer view,
The trees, the hills, the green, the blue.
A palpable peace fills my heart, my soul,
Makes me humble, makes me whole.

I really fancy some crusty white bread,
With lashings of butter, thickly spread,
Then a good smear of Marmite is first rate,
You may not like it – is it love or hate?
Oh, just the thought of it goes to my head!

We raised you like us, chimpanzees,
And explained how to swing from the trees,
But what nomenclature,
Nurture or nature,
Taught you to shave, if you please?

This excellent cartoon (ascribed) was first published in The New Yorker.

I’ve discovered the art of the tweet!
It can be acerbic or funny or sweet.
Give others wit they can swallow,
So they’ll love you and follow,
Then your life will be semi- complete!

Getting to grips with my social media,
Is like learning A-Z in an encyclopaedia,,
Do I post, do I share?
Whisper or DECLARE?
I just need to know what is Expedia!

E = M x C squared,
Is an equation that’s often aired,
Energy’s coffee plus milk,
And a texture like silk,
One cup and I tell you, I’m snared!