Look out for Lonely Pebbles

Another poem in the Doggerel for the Discerning series at The Yorkshire Times … A Happy Ending For Petrologists A pebble sat upon a beach and thought, as would a stone,of whether in the Universe it was a soul alone.For it could see no evidence to otherwise disprovethat rocks had not the wherewithal to think…

Ode To A Lovely Thing …

O lovely automated thing, You make this old heart race and sing. With bearings oiled and gears divine, Just how I wish your splines were mine. I love your springs; your cogs are nice; You’re such an intricate device. Bell crank and bush, with flange of steel, What pleasures will you next reveal? Toothed ratchet…