Oh dear me!

I seem to have lost my resolve somewhere along the way. Today I was supposed to be getting a new kitchen. Well, the start of a new kitchen. The joiner who is doing it for me should have arrived at nine o’clock. I waited until 10.30 only to find that he’d left a message for me at 8.45 am: the kitchen people can’t deliver until tomorrow morning so there’s no point in him ripping out the old one today. So I have no excuse: I can do today’s prompt and get on with my essay on T S Eliot

Yesterday, the prompt was ‘doggerel’ – I mean ‘misplaced’.

Your entrance was – mistimed;
My trust in you – misplaced;
Beguiled by the flotsam of life,
You vanished without a trace.

My message was – unread;
My dulcet tones – unheard
But that didn’t stop me trying
to reconstruct your words.

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