We always sung “to plough the fields and scatter”, But nowadays it’s a very different matter, We sow our fields with great finesse, Guided quite precisely by the GPS, Doing what it seems to take to make the harvest fatter! More limericks at https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/
Sure we’ve all been there, or at least seen someone else in the same predicament …
Big fan of Belgian beer, but of course I moderate my consumption …
As it should be I think …
Suspect I’m not the only one to have had this experience …
Even though the stars in the Café Terrace painting don’t really compare to those featured in Starry Night, I am intrigued by the idea of looking up at the stars in a Van Gogh world. Standing in front of a poster was the nearest thing I could realistically imagine to draw …
Drifting skywards from the lamp-lit street below, A whispering and blue ephemeral echo, A beautiful sound, That swirls around, And resolves at last to a saxophone solo. More limericks at https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/
Originally intended just as a gentle but affectionate dig at those who studied “colouring in” – but after the political farce of the past week I couldn’t resist the temptation to leave my country greyed out …
Building bridges across Europe is the theme – something which (IMHO) we should be doing at the polls tomorrow …
Musing ... 