It was an ordinary Sunday,
‘Til you turned up, then it was Fuuunday!
We took along bread for feeding the birds,
God’s creatures need love, both feathered and furred,
We settled for the path with the steepest rake,
Which leads directly down to the lake,
Exercise for the legs, the heart and the mind,
But to granddads’s old knees, not quite so kind!
Monday 1st May 2023 9:31 am