This is the poem I had intended posting last weekend to mark the 30th anniversary of John Betjeman’s death, and as an apology for not having written anything else. (WordPress and, apparently, the Internet Watch Foundation had other ideas). The sun had shone, you see, and I had spent the whole weekend watching cricket.
The Last Laugh
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.
Now, of course, it is going to rain all weekend and I shall have no such excuse. Where are the Internet Watch Foundation when you really need them?
The Crimson Rambler 