The birdcage hung lazily from the branch of mish musk tree It was quite vacant as its door was broken A number of birds flew busily around the small cage And disturbed its deep pink blossom without theatre

On the day before he moved from his birth town The orange and green plant confessed her love She said that her name was Saartje Specx And would be glad if Carlo would share her life

When I was very ill I decided to say goodbye to all my friends But found out that they had all moved from their houses on the hill It was then that I decided to get better and make new friends I hired a large orchestra to celebrate the occasion

Hypnosis is the shortcut to your heart   I said to the orange and green plant in the window But it ignored me which I considered a little rude I passed it every morning on my way to the railway station And saw it again as my train crossed the bridge I have read that orange […]

Of late I have suffered from a common cold Which has laid me quite low I have not been a pleasant person And have thrown your cutlery into ditches But now the fever is passing And I have found a colourful plant Which is feathery to the touch It is waiting for you on our […]

When visiting a market garden I was given a petal from an unidentified flower And was told to eat it quite slowly So that I could enjoy its deep flavour It tasted bitter at first but this soon faded And slowly its beauty overwhelmed me Since that day I have collected light blue petals

There is Russell Crowe movie showing at the local flea pit It is a movie about anger and psychotic behaviour It appears the main character goes on a rampage Killing cops and other assorted characters I have not seen this movie as I am scared of cinemas But I guess that he is blown away […]

  Lost Property on the Beach  For the crime of leaving my prayer book on the beach I was gagged and bound to a rough wooden post It was autumn and the garden was full of sweet scents The Scents of Decay My eyes were covered so I was unable to enjoy The stunning colours […]

Lost Bucket & Spade Frida Bag Alfie’s favourite toy Alfie Alfie’s dad I am sitting on the balcony of my hotel Drinking Prosecco Bliss

When on holiday in Southern France we often had to retire from the beach Because of the sun savage August heat But on each occasion that we sat on our balcony overlooking Biarritz We found that we had left something carelessly on the beach My sunglasses were reported to have been stolen by a Danish […]