Mary the hare

Busy, busy, busy;

always in a hurry.

No time to worry or wait

We must be there for half past eight

Alert, aloof, but always right;

until rule 16, came to light.

Telling a guy who played the game;

disputed assertions that Mary made.

She disputed the rule and asked

a goalie, who told her he has six

seconds only to do this; so most of

the time he throws to the defence.

Although she knew she was wrong,

she argued the toss, boy the night was long.

A few hours later she conceded, to get to her bed;

before you knew it, she was fast asleep.

5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

The demise of spaffer is a long haul; he doesn’t want to go at all. No longer in number ten, he can’t accept he’s a has been. Squatting at Chequers with all his pals, arranging titles to give them all

They’ll be here today, better get to work. Floors cleaned, beds made up; I can’t remember when I last worked so hard, for free-really, it not like me. Time to stop, have a cuppa, have a pee. The music

Hot June, hip Paris, hurrying and harassed, as we run to board the cramped and crushing metro carriage. And then, a voice from behind-‘Excuse me sir, but would you like to sit here? You look tired, an