He had just spent a week, In the land of the Greek, Taking a peek, At the ruins. They took photos with phones, Of some tombs without bones, And piles of stones, At the ruins. Though their guide said a lot, There’s some he’s forgot, ‘Cos gosh was it hot, At the ruins!
So maybe now I’ll have time to get things done … (This audio file was generated using the Fiona voice of Text2Speech. Other rhymes available at musing75.com/rhymes)
Looking through old photos, Gave me pause for thought, Amazed at where the time goes, And what those years have taught. Smiling from a polaroid, We were truly innocent, Not knowing choices to avoid, Nor mishaps to prevent. The others smiling next to me, Their names I’ve quite forgot, I guess that is because we […]
Who is the me inside my head? Who understood those books I read? Who wanted to say all the things I said? My mind – or so I’m persuaded! But what is the thing that is my mind? Is it neurones and synapses intertwined? Or is it something of a different kind? Machine or spirit […]
Understandable why the other end hung up …
The future is out there somewhere, Of that there is no doubt, The past is tucked inside my head, For me to think about. The future is unknown, The who, the when, the what, The past seems very certain, Though sometimes best forgot! They seem so very different, Things that were or are to be, […]
You start with a plain sheet of uncrumpled A4, Make the first fold and then make some more, Then an awkward tuck, And with a bit of luck, You have the paper boat you’ve been aiming for. More limericks at musing75.com/limericks