In The Bleak Garden
During the marking break at the Quiz Night we were at last night, Sam Mason and I wrote a poem, and we thought it worth sharing:
In the bleak garden,
There was a tempestuous storm afoot.
Fish rained down on Billy’s head;
In this crepuscular hour, he was knee deep in soot.
“Oh! The shame! The shame!”
Cried Billy as he sank to the floor.
And he wept for his blanket,
As his mum shut the door.