Humour Don’t Sell Papers

I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy myself With lots of humour, rife? Instead of being subjected to This gutter side ofContinue reading “Humour Don’t Sell Papers”

Rattish Mother, Brattish Child

I’m in a cafe quietly drinking coffee and reading the paper when: I’m witnessing a child right now To me, description brattish The mother (tatooed) encourages To me, description rattish The child, to me, eventually Will grow like mother, rattish While I at moment must endure A child performing brattish They’ve gone….Good riddance Don MatthewsAugustContinue reading “Rattish Mother, Brattish Child”