GRÖENDL – a poem by Firle Lewes
I am delighted to post a wonderful poem from Firle Lewis I give you - GRÖENDL On Midsummer’s Day, in the middle of the Night,
When you’re all in bed and sleeping tight,
The Gröendl comes walking down the street,
With his great big hands and his great big feet.
And on his back are two big kettles,
For brewing tea, with gin and nettles -
Around his belt he carries moles,
A handkerchief and bag of holes.
You’ll need to keep your door locked tight
Or else he’ll give you such
A FISHY PROBLEM
A Fishy Problem BY RICK HAYNES Jasmine stared at the box and wondered what to do with something reeking of dead fish. Holding two fingers over her nose helped, a little, opening the window helped, a lot, but no matter how hard she sprayed disinfectant over it, the box stank. “Why oh why did I pick this parcel up from the front doorstep and bring it into the kitchen when it’s addressed to someone down the road,” she said to herself? “And where the hell is Arthur when I need to
