The o’clock is running fast, time is running through my fingers, no time to talk of balladeers or genius folk rock singers.
In other words I’m short of time for the next few days.

RAISINS, RAISING and REASONS.

There’s a raisin in my chocolate bar, a raisin in my cereal
There’s raising Hell raising Cane and raising bread as well
When it comes to reasons though you know I don’t have any
But there is a reason I have to stop writing now I must go and spend a Penny.

All words Meadowhead Bard.