Corny Lou
Gray tables stuck in the ground,
Bats not flying,
But, laid ready to play,
No balls to be seen,
All like a game has been and gone,
The park quiet on a Friday morning,
Not many at play as the schools teach,
Knowledge sucked by those hungry to learn,
Now, soon to be my turn,
Spring for the biking,
Thinks the Biker poet this Autumn.
David A Robertson, 20.09.19
