Sunday, February 06, 2005


I’m sorry, son,
For all I said

Harry Potter’s brilliant
I love the way
He’s always one step ahead

Is sharp, clever
There’s no doubt whatsoever
That, by now, without her
Harry would be dead

And the other one, Harry’s friend
The perfect foil, loyal to the end
The butter on Harry’s bread

And I love the way the books are written
I’d say the they’re best books that I’ve ever read

Now, son, please
Unlock the door
And let me out the shed


Syl said...

The shed is not a bad place to be,
said the starched white uniform
Be glad you've shelter,could be worse
but I don't believe her, you see...
For I remember a teddy bear
and a swing that made me fly,
giggles and hugs, and lollipops...
Please won't you take me there!

Amie said...

oh i love harry potter. i enjoy the movies and the books.

Ostrich said...

Smarty Pants!

forgottenmachine said...

WRY ( P ) Pronunciation Key (r)
adj. wri·er, (rr) or wry·er wri·est (rst) or wry·est

1. Dryly humorous, often with a touch of irony.
adj 1: humorously sarcastic or mocking; "dry humor"; "an ironic remark often conveys an intended meaning obliquely"

-Couldn't agree more!

Syl said...

I've been looking all over
for that Roger...and all the
time in was in the shed?!

michael said...

Which shed would that be then? The long tall net drying shed? The Currant Drying Shed? The impossible to find anymore space in shed? The leaky squat shed? The soon to be demolished shed? The oh so clever Trevor's shed? The rude bits after the water shed?

Roger Stevens said...

The Snake's Skin Shed?

BTW - We've lots of Jill's Mum's orange preserve in the shed. Or as we like to call it - shedded marmalade.


michael said...

I shed think so too!