Tonnes of fruit squashed in a press, Then mix it with gin; a drink to impress, Supped in summer, in shorts or a dress, But don’t make it at home; mess, mess, mess.
The home of @esceulus' one a day poetry challenge. When not writing stuff, I can often be found wandering around London in vibrams (the strange shoes up there ^ ). This is also the place where the things that make me go "wow" get sent to hang-out. This may get crowded... I'm often wowed