Thursday, June 12, 2008

Haste ye not-Tritina Poetry

Arise Sir lazy-bones and don thy garb with haste
Brush ye fangs attend ye wig and swiftly to thy burden
Master awaits, time is scant, forsake thy break of fast

Oppressive toil for pittance paid, least thou surly fast
Workdays dawdle slothfully while weekends fly with haste
Escort thy in pile to thou out, keep stolid in thy burden

Oh shrilling rooster of the morn, prompter of my burden
Still the dark, sun reposed, me-thinks that thou art fast
Dare not stir me from thou sleep, ‘tis no time for haste

Haste ye not to thou burden by alarm clocks that art fast

catch up

Well so much for my good intentions of keeping this blog up to date. It's been well over a year since I went near it.

I'm still doing tenpin bolwing each Wednesday. Our team "Whatever" came first in the "Wednesday Nighters League". The centre in Petone has closed down and moved a few hundred meters or so up he road into a flash new bowling centre called "Strike". Good name aye!

I've been out with the TTC, and recently lead a tramp to Fields Hutt in Otaki Forks: start of the Southern Crossing. They still have a slide show each week.

A for writing I have done a few short-short stories (or wee stories) for Editred
(check out mynamelez on the editred.com site.)

That's about all I can think off for now. I'll blog the rest another time.