Poetry

An Ode to the Fisherman's Craft

When Biscuits Go Wrong

A Eulogy in Verse to a Popular Gourmet

Things That Are Small

An Ode to the Problems of Board Game Maintenance in Eastern Europe

When I Had A Cold

I Am Afraid

Things That Are Small

I need a microscope,

An electron microscope,

To see things that are small.

I can't see most small things,

Electrons and stuff,

Not at all.

I want to see a fibre,

That is finer,

Than a human hair.

If a thing gets much smaller than that,

I suppose,

It's not there.

Oh dear,

I think I may,

Need a microscope.

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