lichens to lochness.

Baskets of biblical problems

Learning to read and write left write left

Lichen to lochness 

Madness I can’t stake a claim to

As I haven’t stitched but lots of thread

and gave up a place on the pew

For a saxophone and a honey suckled long staff

still haven’t been reborn in a space roomy long hall

I don’t drink youngs and build model pandas

And Only see a swimming horse without wings

Sun bathing for blue tits out in December.