...and sometimes a little doggerell (for those who cant exercise a large one)

Rhyming in the dark.....

Sometimes when days are dark and drear

I wonder why we all are here

Requited loves debarred by fate

The unrequited doomed and chaste

The stale ones soldier on and on

Until the youngest child has gone

The pensioners whose daily spite

Seems to be their only light

As hissing disapproving whispers

Form drops of spittle on old whiskers

So why the power that love exerts

When living teaches us it hurts?

A Funny Old Life