My lips are bleeding from biting them so hard, to resist writing about the recent comments and social media posts from a certain orange clown has been a Herculean task. After all, what could I write that could ever make the clown look more stupid.

So I have actually written about on line courses, in my own twisted way. Please note us Yorkshire folk pronounce tomato as “tomat’a’ Tomato, tomarto, let’s call the whole thing off.

Best course

The day was fine, I walked down the line, called in a restaurant had some wine. Thought I’d have me a little starter some little anchovies, sun dried tomat’a’
For main a nice salmon caught on a line, boiled potatoes taste just fine
Then a little pudding I had time. After the waiter strung me a line
“Restaurant bills” he said “were soaring”, I couldn’t stem the tears from pouring
“May I have the bill please”, £150.00 I don’t think so, I’m climbing right out the window
Now I’m sat in a prison cell main course porridge with no wine, now I’ve been sent right down the line.

All words Meadowhead Bard.