There are thirty-nine steps
From four hundred and ten to fifty,
For each and every one,
A poem is currently missing
A momentary loss of focus,
Or limited concentration?
A lack of counting skills
And failed administration?
Perhaps it’s something wilder,
A case of espionage?
A chase across the country
From spies in camouflage?
No, I finally must come clean,
So here is my confession,
I’ve come to the conclusion
That they were never written.
And so I’m stepping backwards
And filling in the gaps,
That I’ve apparently caused
By this annoying lapse!
I’ve just made the annoying discovery that some of my poems are missing… or in truth, I failed in my numbering and can’t be bothered to go back and correct them all!
(21.10.25)
Ode for the Day 