The sky is very dark
It's going to rain today
Blustery sharp wind

It's a wettish day
The flowers are dashed to pieces
A cold wind also

It's absurd!

They isolated me
at the coffee morning

I had a vision
of everything going wrong

I didn't say a word

John the postman
is a cheerful chap
although
he once hurt his back

He brings the mail
dead on time
whether it's wet
or whether it's fine

He trundles along
in his little red van
and he's always there
to help if he can

I can't fathom out
why the spine of the book
has gone rotten
in the middle pages

Perhaps my wife, Grace
can help
when she has finished the orange
she is eating

The jackdaws
are noisy
today
They like to rule the roost

The last day of summer
I'm looking forward to autumn