Poet on a Hill

Monday, 2 May 2011



We were in a Travel Inn the other night.
The coffee making kit contained an object called a “Dairy Strip.”
On investigation it turned out to be “Milk.”
They should force-feed a dictionary down the pillock who renamed it – without cream.

In my day a “dairy-strip” was what Farmer Giles paid the dairymaid to do at 5 o’clock on a spring morning.