Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
We live in a wild tangle: spider plants,
Joy, easy chairs, their day long had,
A plethora of cats...
Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,
Heavy with grey. No wind to break
This sombreness...
