when i am grown-up

when i am grown-up i will understand
how BEAUTIFUL it feels to
administrate my life effectively.

until then i will continue to TORCH
all correspondence that bores me
and to DANCE NAKED over the
remnants of its still glowing embers.

edward monkton

Daffodils

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

lament for goddard's pie house

white tiles, wooden floor
long wooden tables with pew-like benches
pie and mash for £2.50
steak and kidney, chicken and mushroom, cheese and onion
eel liquor that i have yet to try
mash with enough gravy to fill a small swimming pool

best of all, piping hot rhurbarb crumble with custard
brought up the stairs to the table by the window on the second floor
custard overflowing the crumble dish into the bowl
savouring each spoonful while watching the street below
rain pouring down, people running for cover
me with my thoughts and my pie.

goddard's pie house, 1890 - 2006

you will be sorely missed. :o(