Loophole

There's a loophole So I'm not paying To view the castle I'm placing my face Where historically I'd get an arrow in my eye This option has always been free In the distance I can hear 'The Drunken Sailor' playing on the wind A seagull screeches something important And I attempt to run my fingers through my hair and fail As it's full of knots from the wind and rain There are benches to commemorate past people One of which is fenced off I myself may one day acquire a public bench with a fence around it and a sign saying 'I told you I could be annoying' As I like to prove a point

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Sand Blown

Date: 8/19/2023 11:14:00 PM

....very interesting.....decades ago there was a street person in toronto downtown who had a park bench named after him ......it had been his 'home'......stan

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/19/2023 11:46:00 PM

I really liked Toronto when I was there - however do you decide it's great they named the bench or not great he had that bench as his home without any change despite it being so well known. Sometimes no intervention is successful though I suppose DD

Speaks Volumes

Date: 8/19/2023 4:12:00 PM

You ? Annoying? Oh come now! So long as it has a baracade around it, so no-one sits on the honey that you smeared over the slats. Wind is the pits for long hair ! So many images and truisms in this poem. A very interesting read. Enjoyed.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 8/19/2023 7:21:00 PM

Glad you liked it, I'd never do the honey or wet paint and I'd cave on the barricade pretty quickly!