Out for lunch - for two weeks

Dear all

Poughbuoy has written you all a little rhyme to say goodbye. He added some caesuras to make you bounce along with it. (And the silly fool doesn't know it's Walter Mitty. You'd almost think he did it just because he couldn't find a suitable rhyme.)

Back in business in two weeks time. :)

#66 - Observation of a "Poem"

#65 - The first attack

#64 - Walking on the Moon

#63 - I wrote a poem yesterday...

# 62 - Rhyme You Down to Hell Pt 4

#61 - Excuses

#60 - Moonset

#59 - Which to choose?

#58 - Simplicity

Guests from outwith the UK may like to witness Val Doonican in action here.

(And guests from outwith Scotland might like to know that "outwith" is an old, distinguished Scottish word. Along with outlie, outplay, outlabour, outshot, outfight, etc. It means "outside". But you probably worked that out.)

#57 - The Heart of Poems

#56 - The Question of Difficulty