Another little poem All I live for is me drink And panning the dregs of poetry For a nugget. I range centuries And sit in the present. Trying to excoriate the `I' Which lives in my head. Takes a gallon of Bellringer for that. The rain beats down on the new patio With its view over Bath. House paintwork in desperate need of the brush. I wait for the downpour To ease my delivery to the pub. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%