The panda eats shoots

And leaves. The tale is told by

Cafe bullet holes.

“Plethora” I say

In sympathy.  She nods “That

Means a lot to me”.

Duck in a sweet shop

Goes to the till. “Please can you

Put these on my bill?”

“That’s twelve pounds ten, sir.

Change at Montrose”. “I’ll have it

Now” the old joke goes.

Knock! Knock! Who's there? Hike!

Hike who? The question lingers

In winter silence.

How do you get two

Whales in your car?  Drive to

Cardiff - it’s not far.