Bad to verse

First day back today was hard work indeed. Mostly due to the fact that my brain seems to have seized up over Christmas - and in spite of pressing deadlines, insisted on moving with no urgency whatsoever.

As a result, I've been playing a bit of catch-up at home - where I now have this rather nifty Magnetic Poetry calendar by my desk.

I was quite tickled by my first effort, but Mo took the wind out of my sails by saying she preferred the random blocks of words that I hadn't touched. Cheek! I mean:

Believe
Weather woman
Puddle bloom goddess season
Promise flower
Murmur eternal together

Actually, maybe she's got a point.