My Book!

 I have another chapter out in my book  Find it here:
http://www.fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=410327

Please read and let me have your feedback!

Ode to my Reflection

Thou riseth from the water like a whale

To spout and blow and breathe in steamy air,

With fish-white belly and with skin so pale

And eyes so small and bead-like as they stare.

And like the whale you hoot and wail a tune

Which surely sounds much better aqueous?

You flounder on the land as on a dune

A stranded whale would surely wallow thus.

But no, a whale would have more muscle tone

Beneath the blubber tautening her skin

While you would surely sink just like a stone

If you were by the sea and so fell in.

Cetacean like though thou may thus appear

You really need to lose some pounds my dear.

I nearly called this "Where Not To Hang A Mirror"

Neglecting My Blog

It has been pointed out to me that I have neglected my blog.  I didn't post anything yesterday.
Shame on me!
There are two reasons for this.

1. My regular sources of inspiration are either abscent due to other matters or on topics I can't get interested in at the moment.
2. I am busy trying to write a book.

I know,  I am mad.  (Actually, I have a certificate saying i am not!)
So, there just aren't enough hours in the day.

By way of apology I offer....
Um.  Err.  A promise to do better tomorrow?


Okay.  How about a monotertra?

Here's my try:

Ah! Here’s the winter poetry

Lets all wallow in misery

As though the spring we’ll never see

Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me.

Let’s push all thoughts of joy away

And sit and mourn throughout the day

Pretend that winters icy play

Our hearts do fray, our hearts do fray.

Come; let the seasons take their turn

For each his rightful place does earn

And though we for the warmth do yearn

We must learn, we must learn.

Summer, Autumn, Winter and spring

For Natures sake must have their fling,

And each their own enchantments bring

To let birds sing, to let birds sing.

Summer brings plenty in its day

Autumn prepares with bedtime play

For Winters sleep of restful grey

‘Til Spring’s bouquet, ‘til Spring’s bouquet.

So greet each season cheerfully

No matter what weather you see

For we need this eternally

For life to be, for life to be.

What do you think?