You are a funny lot!

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!