Darling I Think You’re A Tosspot!

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I thought that title would get your interest! Read to the end and you will see my latest poem composed after Lesley, in a alcohol influenced moment, called me a “Tosspot”  This was after I announced that if anyone asked me what I did, I would reply “an illustrative poet!” rather than retired.  Anyway we composed this poem after a few beers! 

Before that here are some of the highlights of our great trip to Krakow. 

Walk along the River Vistula. 


The Christmas Market in the Main Square. 

The horse and carriages in the Main Square. 


Schindler’s Factory museum. 

Atmospheric bars. 

Mocak Modern Art Gallery. 


Gallery of Steel Figures. 


The Jewish Quarter. 


The unique restaurant Once Upon a Time in the Jewish Quarter. 

Wawel Castle. 

...and now to today’s poem:

Darling I Think You’re A Tosspot!

Darling I think you’re a tosspot!

.....sometimes!

To be fair I’d rather be a sex pot!

But chances of that are minimal

Quite frankly my prospects are dismal!

Belly growing rather fat...totally abysmal! 

I’d like to regain my youth

All she can say is strewth!

Your best years are behind you. 

But I still love you!

Ah!




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