Poets' corner
Totally Taurus
My daily horoscopes
Leave me sad,
In the paper,
Black on white.
When they're bad
They're never wrong,
When they're good
They're never right.
I could believe them
If I had
One good reason,
Even slight.
Now I'll add,
And pitch it strong:
In the main
I find them trite.
Skye Weather
We've had snow, it is true, a mere centimetre or two
Though you may find that hard to believe;
Yet in the East, there's been five inches at least,
Such imbalance is hard to conceive.
It's now all but gone, and it didn't last long
The birds and the daffs are relieved.
Spring's on its way, give it just one more day,
If the forecasts can be believed.