A reminder that things are not the way we might like them to be. Timely yet not sought, apt yet unwanted. "Things could be better, couldn't they?" They could, they might be, one day, but for now, we channel inner Hamlets, reciting "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow." How many tomorrow's will be enough? Will we tomorrow our way through #life until we are too old to remember what tomorrow was going to be for? Perhaps I will make a resolution. Today I shall make a resolution. Today. Today. Today.

Superblow When the Broncos and Seahawks are playing, Tim Tebow is sure to be praying, But Peyton is older, While Sherman grows bolder And the hopes of sweet Denver are fraying

Guildford Someone told me Guildford smelled of trees, but I think that the trees would be upset to think that they smell of Guildford. Don't tell the them, they are easily hurt, especially about their trunky odour. Now I have looked at the word Guildford so many times that it looks like blabberfish.

One Of Many The first was a horrible rhyme Filled with noises and smells but no time I was busy and testing When I should have been resting And ran out of ideas near the end.