Bad poetry
I cannot hear what's going on. So bring to me, a cup of tea, and a fresh cream scone. I'm a Northerner so on and scone do rhyme So please don't waste your time Telling me that scone doth rhyme with blown.
J did tell me to write down the silly snippets of bad poetry that skim across the surface of what passes for my mind. I think I mentioned that it's only since the therapy session on 13/Aug that these silly rhymes have been composing themselves. I only give them a helping hand out onto paper/t'internet.