Here is my opinion of light verse, if you must know it: it's meaningless. Thus, you can have this poem for nothing. I wrote it on a bus. Would you like it? It's a profound commentary on global warming, the state of the modern media, and shrill people.


A Forecast

He came in wetly, soaked with Tetley.
   'It's raining tea,' he said.
She said, 'What a joke! The Times said Coke!
   They're driving me out of my head!'


Do you prefer coffee? Or Pepsi? Or the Telegraph? Or proper poetry? Or would you like to say hurtful things to me? Let me know. I am @thetearooms.