I'm behind the times Biz. To do what I need I'll have to deal with the technology

I'm sure you'd find it simple to install a combined scanner/printer, Musty. Mine connects by usb and I just followed the instructions. I'm sure if I can do it you can.

Mind you the ink is expensive.

It's on my 'to do' list Biz

the dirty game

We didn't think our readers cared what we did for a story
Or even how we greased the wheels of Labour, Lib and Tory,
To see us cheer them on to Number Ten and not rejection
They grovelled on their knees aware that our front page selection
Would be the horse
Who'd last the course
Then win the next election.

Not only politicians, we had lots of other backers,
We paid the law and used a core of undercover hackers,
Although a murder victim makes a jolly good sensation
When you get caught it's hard to stem the public's indignation,
Our dirty game
Of Sunday shame
Has sickened all the nation.


©

It's many, many, many years since I even saw a copy of the paper in question, and it wouldn't be a shock if it turns out to be just the tip of the iceberg.

I was disgusted when the contents of Prince Charles' private conversation was made public - and it wasn't because of anything he said.

Agreed Biz.

I once wrote a poem on digital spy about a simply spiffing guy.
His poems cut the mustard but never came in clusters.
Some were long, some were short.
Some were funny and some were sad.
Some quite restraint and morally apt.
But we all know it could never be the same
if Mr Mustard was not King of prose to reign.

Crap I know but off the top of head and really sincere.

I'll second that.

don't be afraid of the dark

Don't be afraid of the dark my friend
Or what may be waiting hidden
Under the bed at the long day's end,
Each mind's a creative midden.

Don't shun the gargoyle who stares your way,
The sculptor made every bevel
And feature for those who knelt to pray,
A church must address the Devil.

Don't believe green forest hags are real,
Don't jump when a gnarled tree twitches,
Cottage walls charm but they do not seal
The cackles of cunning witches.

Don't be afraid of old roads that bend
And lead on to haunted places,
Don't be afraid of the dark my friend
Or shadows with goblin faces.


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Thank you very much Sassernach

Hmmm. That's all right for you to say, but my question is..........why not?

PS You're going a bit modern these days in dispensing with capitals in your headings.

I tend to vary them Biz, sometimes I have both capital and non-capital letters in a title. I felt a heading like Great Pyramid needed capitals because of the enormity of the thing. I usually base it on merit, if that makes sense

Blinding stuff Musty.

And good advice.

~ C is for cat
Capricious creature
Disinclined to capitulate
To human kind or ever condescend
By contradicting an instinctive psyche
Inherent in the feline DNA (poss. the double "felix")
Which defines pussy propinquities ~ that sweet mix
Of cuteness and perfidious perversity,
They all learn at the same university.

That sounds great when read allowed ..like aerobics for the mouth

I agree with BB Frank (I tried it) but I guess that one's for Catman - otherwise known as Troy Edwards.

BB, Sorry I didn't see your limerick line - just shows how long it took me to think mine up.

Aaah! I see - a grading system.

I've just had a look...four minutes..that's not bad for such an Homeric contribution I'm certain I've done the same after about twenty minutes.. with a spelling mistake

Very good pop at the street of shame Musty.

As a cat lover I really enjoyed this one Frank

Ta Frank

Thanks Troy - although the poem advises against letting fear take over the mind, I think it has quite a creepy atmosphere

I haven't been in here for ages, great to see the talent is still pouring out. love it!

Anniversary Days

Each day is an anniversary of a special event,
Not just once yearly for a single celebrant.
For today I picked lavender and hung it to dry,
Will I remember I did that when twelve months pass by.
Will I ice a cake and send a special note,
Or will I forget when the memory is remote.
So many pleasures we should give recognition,
Why save our parties for once annual tradition.

Pleased to see the wink, and it could have been anything up to seventeen minutes as I didn't see your contribution. I was just about to post to you when my telephone rang, one of my sons and we talked for over an hour.


So true. Savour each day as if it was our last.


Hello welshmam, it's a treat isn't it?

A Fishy Tale

Sea like a millpond
Sun shining brightly
Approached an old man
Said hello, asked politely,

Are you using feathers
Or maybe a spinner
Is there any advice
You could give a beginner?

The first thing I thought
When you're fishing off rocks
Is appropriate footwear
Not sandals and socks.

And where was his tackle
A reel and a rod
Without which you've no chance
Of mackerel or cod.

But before I could answer
He sat by my side
And asked the effects
Of the state of the tide.

The next thing I knew
There was placed on his belly
An item that I'd seen
For sale on the telly.

I'm sure that he thought
It was value for money
But what happened next
Was incredibly funny.

He hadn't a chance
It was bound to go wrong
You can't catch a fish
With a rod two feet long.

But who would have thought
That his very first cast
Would turn out to be
Both the first and the last.

Hooked in the seaweed
Just inches away
The little rod broke
And ruined his day.

Some marvellous stuff by the talented poets on here.

Keep them coming folks.