Some couldn’t eat ham and some wouldn’t eat lamb;
some couldn’t eat sugar, some couldn’t eat seeds.
So what could I order for our office feast?
And how could I cater for everyone’s needs?
He tears off summer’s dress,
exposes trunk and limb, threatens
worse coming. Yet he brings gifts…
This planet’s mine, this planet’s yours. From the melting icecaps to the flooding shores, From bleaching coral to scorching deserts This planet needs both you and me. This planet … Continue reading
John of the lamp, poor fellow, you’re quite unstrung. Cat or rat’s got your tongue. Your guts are yellow, your wide grin is hollow. Summon the young to a portal … Continue reading