Dyslexic, yet I
write too much, the same frayed ends,
or should that be ‘to much’ –
you may read it either way;
we write to much the same ends,…
Tag: humour
Cat Lore
serenely she sits
on my favourite plant pot
and relieves herself.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Note to Self
A wry note to self; when the words swim before you stop typing, just stop. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Struggles With Socks
I struggle with stocks
My worry monster eats them;
Burdens played away.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
High Street Quatern:
I know the high street’s doing great, Why would you require our custom? Don’t try to mend that broken lift, It’s forever since it broke down. I know your workers’ jobs are safe; I know the high street’s doing great, Why would you let me look inside? Bar all ‘disabled’ doors with crates. Make…
Shit-Sock Sonnet (a political satire)
“Roll up! Hear the latest reports from our government,” A homeless man on a park bench gleefully shouts, “Woman in wheelchair throws shit-socks at parliament!” “She said it was for the country’s good, She’d ensured the more decent MPs weren’t about, Roll up! Hear the latest reports from our government, “No one believed her;…
Doctor Who: Who, Doctor?
It is late and I have the kind of schedule that lives me dreaming of having my own Tardis. Instead I am journeying into a library in the silence. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of Dr Who you get ‘word’, ‘cohort’, ‘torchwood’? This is a sweet-shop for a word geek like me….
Trouble with apotheosis
Been having troubles with my apotheosis, Its a messy, sticky, awkward process! Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Space Invader
Space Invader I am a time eating space invader, I am fruit from a strange tree – With odd patterns and behaviour, I have come to drink your tea, I live within my own world sphere It may be obscure for some to see Yet many also feel Martian here There may be others just…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 