Proper Poetry.

My favourite limerick:

There was a young man from Bombay
Took a slow boat to China one day.
He got trapped at the tiller
By a sex-starved gorilla,
And China’s a bloody long way.

Now, that’s what I call poetry.

I’m planning a trip to Derby tomorrow, to get some things for the garden. Big thrills for little Jeffreys.

If anybody wants to know what a Gaelic Goddess sounds like when she sings, try getting Fiona Kennedy’s album 'Maiden Heaven' and listen to the first track. That’s what it sounds like.