I write you poems, I try to find something to make you laugh,
I change lenses to take arty farty photos in an attempt to please ...
... and then I show you a blurry snap of a piece of pum tart and
you suddenly come to life!
The clocks change this weekend so it's time to turn off my little fountain
for another year as I don't want it to freeze up.
A lot of the smaller birds bring their young here to drink
and it's where Geordie has his six oclock aperative each evening.
Winter drawers on!