masthead image - an open book


(2 stories)

Walking past the allotment. I think of you, again. They come more often these days. Images of you digging up weeds, tending your vegetables. Pushing me in the old wheelbarrow. From here to there. It's in my garage now. Unused. Almost forgotten. Almost, yet not quite.

Pongy Tommy Tinker
Was a proper little stinker
Would not eat vegetables
He would not his greens
Except for only baked beans
He kept all other foods at bay
Eating them beanies every day
Till one sad day in chemistry
Bunsen burner came too near
Tommy was quite blown away