It Could Be Verse – July 11, 2016

One half of a pound a week

Is that too much to seek?

It shouldn’t be hard

To lose all this lard

It’s merely a really slow leak.


But now a thought begins to dawn

That I can’t help but fixate on

No matter how small

The rate is, and all,

In 400 weeks, I’d be gone!

It Could Be Verse – Apr 11, 2016

Long ago and far away

In the seaside town of Graylers

Two kinds of town folk ruled the day:

The butchers and the sailors


The butchers could cleave all things in two

The sailors could tie up all what-nots

The meaning’s probably clear to you:

A case of the ‘halves’ and the ‘have knots’.