Well, that's not strictly true. No blogging here, but writing elsewhere. Lyrics for sea songs written sporadically. And having started collecting Sylvanian Family figures, I'm supplementing this with illustrated flash-fiction in a blog called mellowdene.blogspot.com under the name Jackson Butterglove.
One other outlet has grown from the occasional quick verse written in response to a Facebook post that has caught my interest. Case in point: the following short poem as a result of Edgar Allen Poe and my liking for wordplay.
Poetic Licence
Keats would just be Eats
Without his Special K.
Duffy would be duff
By not concluding “why?”
Pope would be a father
Had he had his end away.
Browning would be burning
With the toaster turned up high.
Byron would be Ron
Had he not started by.
We could have made Wilf Owen own
Had he not taken “e”.
Ruskin would be Ruskie
had he switched from north to east,
Poe would be a Poet
if he hadn’t missed his tea.
Without his Special K.
Duffy would be duff
By not concluding “why?”
Pope would be a father
Had he had his end away.
Browning would be burning
With the toaster turned up high.
Byron would be Ron
Had he not started by.
We could have made Wilf Owen own
Had he not taken “e”.
Ruskin would be Ruskie
had he switched from north to east,
Poe would be a Poet
if he hadn’t missed his tea.
