Two wee poems

Did I dream it?

It couldn’t have been me
I was at home in bed with the flow
I never saw anything
The sun in my eyes it was so slow
I knew nothing about it
I’m young and I just didn’t glow
Sir, realism is to blame -
That Ernst now, he would know.


A Dent in Guildford

I once met a girl known as Trillion
A chance that was one in a million
Impossible reduced to improbable
At a Guildford party just horrible
Near a park with a pond with a lily on.