I once met a traveller from a sunny land,
Who came to me only to demand:
'Andrew, I am so confused, please tell me this:
Why is this land of yours so full of mist?'
So I said to him with a patient smile,
'You'll know why, if you stay a while.'
And so he did, with a frightened face,
Glancing out the window as he glumly paced:
'Where is the sun! Where is the light!
This desolate plain is so grey and white!'
Then I lost it, declaring, 'You're such a pain—
'It's bloody Scotland, the Land of Rain!'
Latest Comments
Neville Hunt (about 4 years ago)
Haha! Nice one Andrew! Good fortune at uni (I’m preparing for uni myself, also feeling mental about maybe delivering lessons online). There has been a dearth of drabblery here recently, with Christopher holding the fort with Jake Randolph, his private eye. I must get back into the groove on that, but this Covid stuff is sapping enthusiasm and get-up-and-go (it got up and went!)
Andrew Pettigrew (about 4 years ago)
Sorry it's been a while, guys. Been preparing for uni and it's all a bit mental, but I'm going to write some more Drabbles soon hopefully.
Published: August 26, 2020 09:44
Category: Poetry
Andrew Pettigrew (about 4 years ago)
Thanks, everyone!