So I kept wishing a poem and two came at once. It is rare for me to wait for buses… I normally choose to walk, regardless of the weather. I kept getting this nagging line, nag, nnnag, nnagging line and out came one, followed quickly by another completely different to the first. The first is called ‘Don’t Mention Gary Glitter’ and, to be honest, it’s not very nice. Hardcore vitriol. So I’m choosing to post the one my mum likes before I slam in with the bitter acidic stuff. Oh! It feels good to find some words again.