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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Saturday, 7 January 2017

The jam sponge

The shop is shut again today,
A little sign reads, "out to lunch,"
But I think something sinister's afoot.
I can't be sure, it's just a hunch.
Who has meals that last two days?
Who shuts for lunch in this modern age?
I promise that I am concerned,
It's not just misplaced shopper's rage.
I sneak around the rear and see
That the back door is ajar
And the sight that greets my footsteps
Is not what you'd find in a normal Spar.
Cards and boxes everywhere,
Rubbish strewn across the floor.
A body slumped beside the tills...
And there is what I came here for!
Behind a shelf of honeyed glass,
A single jar of raspberry jam.
I tiptoe through the carnage there
Cursing what a fool I am.
I didn't bring my purse this time
And only have ten pounds with me,
I vow to pay in full next time
And leave by the back door quietly.
On my way home I wonder if
I should inform the constabulary,
But decide the news can wait
For a slice of sponge and a cup of tea.
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