This one I wrote over breakfast before the postman came...
Tea and toast in the sun with the blues and an endless summer day ahead, the why and the what some craze not to be thought of; yes, it’s alright, sometimes it really doesn’t matter too much, puzzles can wait in the wind swirls of the summer day in the precious moments that pass.
Where I’m here I am and that’s all that feels to be.
But time passes and sooner or later it’s time to move on and sometimes it’s hard for the postman to find me with all the mail I don’t want to receive, so up periscope to see if there’s one around then if all’s clear full speed ahead, and watch out for the obstacles and if you come across a polar bear don’t shoot it.
It is time to sing now and dance a little jig and celebrate the latest release of one of Moriarty’s books: Mosquitoes and Coffee, but don’t ask what it’s about because the author doesn’t know, so you’ll just have to read it and find out for yourself.
Tea and toast is finished, the sun’s gone behind the clouds and the rain is here so it’s time to move through the deluge.
It rains a lot here and this is why I live in a submarine, but more of that later.
Batten down the hatches lads, it’s time to dive.
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