Hearing rumours that the internet
Has lost its human way
Lots of bots are airing thoughts
Games of Lies out on display
The problem is that media
Has been distrusted for a while
As biased with one-sidedness
Talking cobblers that beguile
Propaganda for the masses
In mockery of the facts
Ill-conceived to be believed
A one-man band of pacts
That's the way we did it back then
Sitting hopeful by the stream
Maybe catch a couple or a few
A Perch a Pike or Bream
Adverse weather frequently
It never put us off
Back home with fixed expressions
For a wee dram for the cough
A tale will need five pages
To write a reading invitation
Making use of tempting words
That needs little explanation
The plan may not be obvious
As the best plots will digress
Lures attract the reader’s eyes
Allowing views to second-guess
A story, in conclusion, ends
Not always as it might
Leading one way then another
Surprising endings late at night
Living with many messages
One strives to get their meaning
Not always clear or understood
Not always easy on the gleaning
Some strike you like a punchline
And take your breath away
Others leave you in the wilderness
With odd directions, holding sway
In the pointlessness of questions
Posed in need of explanations
A futile quest of number jumbles
To going nowhere destinations
Swimming pools are so inviting
When the weather’s screaming hot
The pigeons like to share it, too
Doing dollops on the spot
Dropping by with pellet messages
Or a flypast letting go
Best hope the chorine deals with it
Don’t drink the water though
When swimming where the pigeons go
I like to take some extra care
By adding cautious cleanliness
I wash some shampoo on my hair
With any luck, my extra soapiness
Cuts bird release effect
Complementing pH balance
When deep in rinse, I disinfect
Climbing high to see what’s up there
Residing in the sky
No houses roads or villages
Or destinations worth a try
Just air to breathe and condensation
Floating dreams that rise and fall
Supporting things with flapping wings
Fighting hurricanes that squall
Looking up we wonder how it is
Our sandwich-filling lives
Held by the gravity of in-between
No sign that anywhere connives
Shapes that roam the twilight trail
Where ferns and lichens whisper
Guiding recollections tenderly
To where poetic forms can prosper
Natural sounds that swirl around
As potent tales desire the night
Suggestible inflections
In flaming blades that cut the light
Campfire wines mulled rich and smooth
Spicy tastes and sweet aromas
Spreading peace and fortitude
Where curtain calls conclude each drama
A Penny not just any coin
This little pledge of state
A speciality avoirdupois
Depending on its weight
Pennies then divisible
In half and half again
Multiplied two forty times
Declared a monarch’s reign
Two sides amassed ‘One Twenty’
Sixty Pennies made a crown
Although the head could be removed
In a royal ‘dressing down’
Threepences there were eighty off
Sixpences counted forty
Twenty shillings made four crowns
Ten Florins French but haughty
