Target Practice

For some reason I found it entertaining to read this week's offering out loud in the voice of an aristocratic Sergeant Major, perhaps with a surname like Ramsbottom de Pippington, or something equally grand sounding. It's not obligatory, but it is fun. The pigeon had a complex, one could argue rightly so His coos disdained … Continue reading Target Practice

Stung

I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung