From this perspective
the Skirrid's northern flank is a perfect ski slope
The rail track turns southwards
The hillside is just another wooded cliff
scrubby
seen the like a million times
I cosy down inside myself
Nothing out there for me
~ ~ ~
Ingrained in the Backbrain
Two armies face each other on a battlefield
and hack out right from wrong
A hero
imbued with truth and honesty
defeats an evil tyrant
Billy's sister pours tea
pretends to sip
then pours it back in the pot
~ ~ ~
You'd rather keep a rat in a shoe box
under the bed
bring it mud, once a week
cold and wet
just so you can lift the lid
We did your type in school
some Dickens novel