On my travels such was my plight, Did Gulliver or Passepartout with all their might, Slip in a puddle in broad daylight Were they bait, to such a trait, In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor Who would pronounce romance truer The mishap with the hair That turned bald and bare… Thinking of the world’s miseries… Had there been no fisheries No salmon and no trout To bring about a prick in the mouth; With the writing to bleed Promising a bond in a deed Published in Daily Times, June 20th 2018.