I'm one of those weird people who reads poetry, for pleasure. Honest: I can't write it for toffee, so it doesn't appear on this blog, but I'm deeply jealous of those who can and do. They see, and change, the world in a way I'll never be able to approach.<\/p>\n
That's why I was so pleased to be sent a poem by Steve Pottinger called\u00a0No-one likes an angry poet.<\/a>\u00a0It's brilliant, but because poems are copyright as a whole I'm not going to copy it here. If want you to read it go to Steve's website for yourself. Just click the link<\/a>.<\/p>\n Suffice to say it starts like this, and I think you can begin to guess (but only a little) at where it might be going:<\/p>\n Next Tuesday<\/em>
\n what with the weather being lousy<\/em>
\n and the nights drawing in<\/em>
\n and the rent being due<\/em>
\n and the electricity bill hitting the floor<\/em>
\n and going through the roof at the same time<\/em>
\n and feeling in need of a mid-morning pick me up<\/em>
\n to shore up my morale,<\/em>
\n I\u2019m going to put on my rain gear<\/em>
\n head into town<\/em>
\n walk into Starbucks<\/em>
\n and smile at the barista.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"