For Want Of A Pudding

I’ll a lozenge room

the day a gold foiler rap

a bookcase loose leav’d


a seaboard pitcher

a tar-pot richer aweigh

a crazy goose east


to the gust unbound

ashore less a vagabond

bagless and blue-lipp’d



4 thoughts on “For Want Of A Pudding

  1. Took me three tries but I was finally able to read this one aloud….the first sentence, a bit of a tongue stumbler.
    Thanks for the good cheer! All the best to you and yours!


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